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My Own Therapist

Can I stop drinking,
from these days that seem longer.
Test will power to the limit,
then become much stronger.

Wish I can tell my family,
that I am bad,
I'm a drunk,
they'll never understand.

The feeling of being sober,
is worst then being alone.
Maybe I should die,
or stop being a moan.

I cannot leave my family,
so I keep breathing in this world that I walk through.
I'm lost in this mess,
with no one to talk too.

So until my last sunset,
that lays on my path,
this bliss I say goodbye to,
that I never loved.

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Lynn Hanna Barany Date: 8/29/2011 2:55:00 PM Hi Ryan,,,,,,,,,,,,,,I think I have read this before, very sad...but a great poem. I understand it completely as you know. Really good Ryan. Lynn B. Login to Reply Ryan Jackson Date: 8/29/2011 5:09:00 PM Hey Lynn, thank you. I did show you this one a while ago. Thank you, You are my spiritual motivator in life :)

Elizabeth Wesley Date: 8/19/2011 6:05:00 PM What a sad poem, old habits die hard, I know as I was a smoker. I hope this isn't about you my friend, but being as we write about what we know, maybe it is. Hugs to you, Elizabeth Login to Reply Ryan Jackson Date: 8/21/2011 5:06:00 PM Hello Elizabeth, thank you for the read. This isn't about me, it's about the disease from which can control or consume you. Peace to you, Ryan.