Speak Up

I wrote you a letter in hopes that you would read it, but lets just face it you will probably never see it.

I wished for old times and recalled all the memories, this feels strange but can you please tell me why you feel dead to me?

Your children long for you, as do I. For the person we once knew was inside.

You self medicate to ease your pain yet, what we see is so plain, a man and women destroyed by someone else's gain.

You are no longer the person you used to be, meth has taken you on a path away from me, away from us, away from your family.

You have lost your way but we search for you daily in hopes you will return to us, maybe, just maybe.

To all of our lost brothers and sister please come home.