Open Letter To My Biological Parents

I’d like to be, someone who can break free
From my friends, whiskey and vodka

I find life very hard and I have so many scars
From finding my way through the dark

I’ve never met my parents, I wonder if they're nice
And if they would have raised me correctly

But who am I kidding, they left me somewhere cold
So I never get to talk about them directly

I only OD’d once, but still, I’m never scared
Putting these things in my body

Nobody called the cops, but they promised that they would
But I lived and now they're not sorry

I’m actually quite happy, with the way my life has been
Even though I’ve gone through a rough patch

I have so many friends, who’ll be with me till the end
So I’ll drink to that, these boys are my family

I’d say I’m sober now, but I’m not quite there just yet
But comic books and punk rock can help me

That’s all I’ve bought to tell, so for now, I’ll say farewell

Thank you for listening, love, Emily