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Stephen Sloan Poem
New year, new me
But it's hard to stop
No alcohol but I'll have a pint
No drugs 3 for 100
They say break the cycle But the bike won't turn
Be strong they say, But the fight is hard
I want to stop, but the light won't pop
Lines on a plate, I'm with my mate
Out for a pint, ends up nights
Life feels amazing it's never gonna stutter
Reality is you'll be in the gutter
Wages are in I'm feeling flush
Skint in a week for chasing a rush
Family at home feeling the love
You lost it all for the high like a dove
But it's all okay I've all my mates
No mate you don't, it's nothing but hates
You believe they all love you
They've got your back
But when the time really comes
You've nothing but jack
Bag after bag im in control
Behind the wheel car starts to roll
Bottles and bottles out in the bin
Clink after clink it's only a drink
Deeper and deeper you fall down the hole
Darker and darker you've lost your soul
You look for the light, you feel your fight
Every decision never feels right
Your busting for help, but to scared to show
Hopefully one day the confidence will grow
It comes to and end your all on your own
Every penny you had totally blown
You've lost all those mates, lonely and sad
All those memories the good and the bad
You reach out for help and come out with it all
You hit that thing hard, wide and so tall
You never believed that it would all start to fall
Arm round the shoulder
A shoulder to cry
Please let it end
I promise to try
Copyright © stephen Sloan | Year Posted 2025
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