One more glass, from out of my flask, I sit and watch the game, that my son's participating in, I feel no shame, whilst I continue drinking my alcoholic drink.
This is a battle, that I struggle to win, I shiver and shake like a rattle, my personal demon, is this addictive drink, that's taken full control.
Another trip to the hospital, I'm sick of feeling ill, I know that my drinking habits out of control, but I can't just give up, I've lost all of my will, deep down inside I know I've messed-up.
Time is running out, all I have to do is just shout, for help, and support, I know what I do each day, cuts my life short, which is why I need to find a better way, to get the strength to put the drink away.
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This Is Your Voice
PoésieA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
