Why do I drink? Do I drink out of habit? Or is a family tradition? Or could it just be an addiction. I try to quit, but I cannot stop. I drink to relax and forget my troubles. I drink to forget,
and forget sometimes I do.
I search for help, but it's just not there. I look, I search, I pray. Will I ever be able to quit?
Or will I keep on drinking? Will I live, or will I die? Like others, I like the high, but I dislike the low.
I fall asleep at night with my head spinning.
I awake each morning with my head in pain.
Then I have to ask myself why?
Why must I keep hurting myself so. I just keep telling myself that I need this, I need this.
I continue to ask myself why? Is it fear, is it? Or am I afraid of what tomorrow may bring? Will I be strong or will I be weak? Will I give into temptation once more? To afraid To look, or ask for help. Will I be laughed at or will I be ignored? Will anyone please hear my plea, will anyone help me? Help me please? Help me from my pain and agony. I keep telling myself that today is the day. The day that I can forever say, I drink no more. My mind, my heart, my soul is free
Witten by, Kenneth "Murel" Crum Jr. Augaust 2, 1989