I have always wished
not to end up like this.
Alone, drinking away my life,
my sanity at the edge of a knife.
My mom went through this,
for far better reasons than I.
And then she O. D. ‘d.
Am I destined to die?
To pity myself when so many suffer,
is the prison I’ve made, like no other.
I drink to drink, and smoke to forget,
this life I live is full of regret.
Do with life what you can,
as you play with only one hand.
Say and feel what you please,
Heed my words and win with ease.