"Hi, I'm mike,
And I'm an alcoholic.
Here's my story. . ."

******* mike.
I really mean that.

You're telling
Your story
To a room
Full of junkies.

Blank stares
From lucid eyes
Nobody cares
When we hear of your lies.

As your story goes on
something changes.

That dude nodding in the corner
Wakes up.
That girl in the back
Puts her phone down.
I catch a glimmer of light
In the eye
Of the drunk guy next to me.

It almost seems
That these idiots believe you.

Your story continues.
Even I've started listening.
Then it hits me
As I start to realize
The truth.
I hate you even more
Now.

We are one in the same.

******* mike
I really mean that
For showing me
I'm not unique.

Thank you mike
I also mean that
For showing me
I'm not alone.

My journey is a mystery
     of misery.
They say it will make me wise
     when I'm old.
Who's they?
Why are they so cold?

They must have broken too;
Everyone has.
If they have not,
Then they are few.

If they have not,
They are not wise.
They faced no lies;
No demise.

I pity them.

My journey is a mystery
     of misery.
It tears me apart;
Starting at
     my heart.

The road to triumph
Is never easy.
To put it lightly,
It is tumultuous and hard.
There are many bumps
Along the way.
I'll guarantee you;
The end will be far.

Far indeed,
But not out of reach.
You must stick to it
Like a blood ******* leach.

Up and down
The roller coaster will go.
Have you reached the end?
If you have to ask,
Then you already know.

Is there an end?
You may think along the way.
I assure you there won't be
Unless you succeed today.

One day at a time.
Right foot in front of the left.
The only way you'll get there
Is to take it step by step.

Sometimes, you'll backtrack
Along this treacherous ride.
Still, your will to reach the end
Must never subside.

Perseverance
Is the name of the game.
Resilience
Is the only way.
Determination
Is surely a key.
But, the only proven path
To reach the end
Is to win each and every today.

They say the good die young.
I've never understood it though.
If God is good,
Then, why do the good have to go?

The answer to that
May never be explained.
But, as i sit here in tears
Trying to digest this pain,
A thought comes about
And the answer becomes more plain.

The good do die young.
Only God knows why.

My best guess?
He needs them.
To help him.
To help us.

It ***** to lose someone so pure.
The pain will never go.
But, on those days where everything *****.
That is when you'll know.

They never left.
In fact, they are closer than ever.
Why do the good die young?
Because everyone in their lives needs someone strong to walk with them on this scary, ****** up endeavor.