That first swig, it tastes so good,
To have another, maybe you shouldn't or maybe you should,
It relieves you of all reality and bad feelings inside,
All other resorts you have tried.
The best thing to do is run and get another beer,
Give a little change to the atmosphere.
The next thing you know, your lying in the street,
Everything becomes blurry, you can barely see your own feet.
You feel sick to your stomach, your body is in pain,
As you have been out all night, sleeping in the rain.
Yet with all the money that you earn,
Another beer you must yearn.
You start in the morning, and keep drinking through the nights,
With the people you love, you cause arguments and fights.
It becomes a neverending cycle, you dont know what to do,
Your mind wants to stop, yet your body wont let you.
Then one day it gets to your head,
Your not sure if tomorrow, you'll be alive or dead.
So that day you stop drinking and help you seek,
Then a month later comes another stressful week.
(back to beginning)
Thanks for letting me share,
~Me, A struggling child of an alcoholic.
