MISERY

by Wayne Gates   Jul 30, 2016


MISERY
I don't think I'll get up today
I'm tired, exhausted, in bed I'll stay
Life is becoming old, all worn out
If I had the energy I'd scream and shout
"I've had enough, just leave me alone"
But I haven't the strength, weak to the bone
I should call work, but I don't really care
The're going to fire me anyway, of that I'm clear
When I do go in , I'm always drunk
I can't tell you why I'm in a funk
My problems I keep secret, locked up inside
To scary to look at, so I continue to hide
under the covers with the shades drawn tight
life has become a battle I'm not willing to fight
I hate alcohol, but what am I to do?
I've become a hopeless drunk, lost the ability to chose
I hope death comes soon for me
because living this life is pure misery
I've heard of AA, but will not go
I'll just lie here and die in an alcoholic glow

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  • 7 years ago

    by Mark

    I still got a message here... A lot will not want to admit they go through misery at certain points in life but a real life has some encounter with pain. Only the strong can admit it.

    Only those who have walked the path of pain know what it cost (our conscience) to try to get away from it: "I hate alcohol, but what am I to do", says a lot about this.

    Nice one sir.

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