You said you were family, Blood tied like roots. But what kind of cousin Seeks only to use? You came with your habits, Your tricks and your lines, Left her waiting, alone, In your twisted designs. When friends filled the room, When the powder grew near, She was left in the shadows, Forgotten and smeared. And on the street, you’d turn, With venom and spite, Casting stones of deceit In the chill of the night. You painted the picture, A bruised, broken frame, Casting him as the villain, Fueling the shame. I tried to guide you, With words calm and clear, Hoping to heal wounds, Stitched with heartbreak and fear. But children now linger In the wreckage you've made, Innocent souls lost In the games that you play. So we choose to walk on, Leaving silence behind, Hoping one day you’ll see, And maybe you’ll find The strength to rebuild, To make choices anew, For the sake of the little ones Waiting on you.