You are not alright

Insane, no dreams in the brain.
No schemes, no game,
no reason or rhyme,
no pride nor shame.
Only demons to hide
and fingers to blame
me for the fact that you
can't maintain. I try  
to cut slack because I feel
your pain, but the fact
is that I'm bound to attack
if you go back to using  
my name in vain.
Like I'm the one who
dragged you down to the dumps.
Not your own two feet
or your own two thumbs.
Feeling dumb,
lashing out at me and everyone,  
we're all done.
Load that gun,
quit rolling dice.
Drown in drink and swim
in paradise or heed advice
and beat your vice.
Either way's the same
to me, just know it's
you, not we who'll pay the price
for wars you choose to fight.
For debts you catch when
you can't chew the flesh you bite.
I regret that my own mess  
stopped you from sharing strife,  
but you're grown now  
and this is your only life.  
You've but one son,  
one lovely wife.
Man up and make this right
and quit blaming us for
bad you've done that
keeps you from rest at night.
You are not alright.