I'm sitting here alone, with my drink in hand, In a smoke-filled bar, just listening to the band. I came in here to rest, from my memories tried to hide, It's just another way of committing suicide. This bottle in my hand, is poison to my mind, It'll rob my brain, stab my heart, and make my eyes turn blind. I've looked right and left for happiness--can't find it on either side, So, this is just another way of committing suicide ! Some may use a knife, while others use a gun, but, anyway you do it, it'll get the job well done. So, I'll just keep on drinking until my mind is dried, For this is just another way of committing suicide ! ! !
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem at least 20 years ago. I saw, then, that alcohol was getting the upper hand of me.....but, it took me until about 4 years ago to do something about it.....So, remember.....ALCOHOL IS A DRUG.....AN ADDICTIVE ONE.....DO NOT USE IT !!!!!
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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