The Battle
I let myself down
And picked up the bottle again
Drowning the pain.
In my moment of weakness
I was less than brave
Craving that which hurts me
Killing myself slowly
Isnt that insane
Here I am, at my most lowly
To blind to see clearly
I beat myself constantly
So, I drink
If you think this is wasted
You don't know my life
I lost it all because of the bottle
No family, no wife.
Maybe soon I can put it down
Not live so full throttle
I hated myself that I couldn't control
And that I picked up that bottle
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2020
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