brother where are't thou?

jason my dearest brother. what is going on? your pain radiates through the phone. your denial radiates though the phone. it deafens my ears and it rips through breaking my heart. i know i cannot help you. i can send you as much money as you think you need. i can listen to your eloquent lies as to why you need money. don't you realise i can see right through you? its like looking in the mirror. have you forgotten i too have been where you still are?

i know your pain, you desperation. i also know that no one can help you and by giving you cash we are helping you sink lower and lower into the that ground hog day nightmare. you may hate me. you made it clear you hate all the family and the rest of the world is there for the sole purpose to fuck your life up.

the difference is my darling brother, you have paranoid delusions. i had depression. your head is not working and you are full of hate. please get some help. not to buy more smack. help to fix your emotional and mental issues. that's all they are, issues, not problems.

i would take you away but when you returned you would go back to your life to medicate your pain away.

i know part of your pain. you did not go through it alone as you like to remind me. i lived it too.

i love you my darling

i love you dearly

tears are running down my face. i feel like i am letting you down. but i know i am not.

love what you have. love what you can have. it is never too late my darling. i am proof.