This young man is tired of pain, <br />of living life full of shame <br />minutes of hurt, <br />hours of despair, <br />this facade he has to wear <br />he looks back as life drifts by <br />and whispers 'what the hell have I? ' <br />He remembers when childish games were played <br />when living wasn't a life you've faked <br />he stares up into that dying sun <br />and feels the weight of that loaded gun <br />and as he feels the tear that drips <br />he takes that forty to his lips <br />one last swig, and now its gone <br />just another weakness he has shown <br />he remembers the old days back in that bar <br />when cuts on his wrists were only a scar <br />when music and whisky took him away <br />and he outraced pain for another day <br />an endless dream seemed so so real <br />now its a prayer for the life he'll steal <br />this pain he hides, so no one sees <br />a broken man down on his knees <br />he's felt his heart, so bitter and cold <br />and says goodbye to the life he's chose <br />'An alcoholic, a life so bitter' <br />is his last thought as he pulls the trigger.<br /><br />Brian David Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alcoholic-notes/
