Poems and such

Think

Is there a chance

You could stop and think

About the reason why you picked up that first drink?

The sorrow, the grief, the feeling alone

And wondering if your heart is really at home?

Was it the pain, and the problems, and no way to talk

Wishing you could just put everything down, get up and walk?

But no, that's too hard, you'd have no where to go

So you spend most time wishing you were 6 feet below

You've said the drinks help

I won't believe it at all

If anything it will only just worsen the fall

I know that you're hurting

It's not hard to tell

And I know that some days you just want to yell

So come, put down the bottle, and grab my hand

I know that it's hard, I can understand

It's gonna take time, it is for the best

We don't want you gone and forever in rest