The ***** don't hold me no more, Not tempted to go down that line, Just to stop thinking and to feel somehow alive, It was a destructive time, that's for sure The nauseau it gave, the nerves it played No good ever came from this game
It runs in my genes, But it will not bring me to my knees, I've managed better without, Than I ever would with
I drank to gain courage I drank to be myself I drank out of cowardness, that's what I did
Afraid to be sober What would they think of me? What would they say? When I was drunk, I simply did not care
I drank to feel happy Or feel nothing at all I drank to be promiscuous To fill the void in my soul I drank to meet you, Because I was afraid to say hello
I started to drink to get by, And felt empty when not, I drew the line at that point, To stop myself from selfdestruct
I've seen those paths firsthand, From I was little to now, I choose my life, Not the alcohol in sight
The pain that it causes, To both the person itself and those around, Are worse than the agony of keeping yourself sober...
(I wrote this poem in terms of alcohol abuse and alcoholism, not a healthy and normal relationship to alcohol. Just to be clear.)