10,000 words i wrote for me,
each one, a moment feeling free,
but still i suffer mentally,
sold my conscious for a lot of drink,
suffered daily, '19,
a year my mind will never leave,
but happy days, they strive to be,
i pray the drinks are temporary.
sober life is frightening,
hate my life,
a soul i can't carry,
instead i wrote these words,
so an angel could hear me.