My baby brother called today frantic and strung out. Begging for help. So i made the 3 hour drive to get him and brought him back home for another round of detox. This time unlike the other he called me and i can't turn my back on him. Needless to say I'm lost an scared, i know this is stupid but what if i fail him and cant keep him clean. what if i can't help him through this. WHY in the hell do i always take the world on my little shoulders....
I feel alone and I just want to curl up and cry. and wish even more that i had someone to hold me and tell me it would all be OK. That i could do this and that i wont fail.
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