In whispers, he hides his pain,
A mask of joy, a heart in vain.
Substance’s siren song, a fleeting high,
Funds his addiction, a silent cry.
Behind the façade, a soul does ache,
A desperate dance, his heart at stake.
He seeks solace in a temporary haze,
But the pain persists, in endless days.
A son, a brother, a friend, a guide,
Silently suffering, side by side.
His smile, a shield, a barrier strong,
Concealing the truth, where he does belong.
Oh, when will he break free from the chains,
And find solace in life’s refrains?
When will he learn to let go of the past,
And find his strength, to forever last?
Let us listen to his silent cry,
And offer support, before he says goodbye.
For in the darkness, there’s still a light,
To guide him through, to a brighter night.
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