Bubs Poem

My brother is kind of an alcoholic so I wrote him a poem.

I see the tears, I see the lies
I see right through your bloodshot eyes
On the outside you're crying, on the inside you're dying
You have some problems there's no denying

I'm here for you through thick and thin
You'll always be my best friend
I'll help you get the help you need
So that in life you may succeed

To turn your life around, you need to start from the ground
You'll be healthy, clean, and sober
The hell will finally be over.