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.
Copyright © Ryan Jackson | Year Posted 2011
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