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Created on: February 27, 2010 Last Updated: April 20, 2010
I have a disease, I think that's what they call it.
I used to drink a lot, Yes I'm an alcoholic.
I don't go to meetings, but I know the serenity prayer.
I found a friend in booze, a friend that was always there.
I didn't drink to hide, or to get rid of the pain,
I drank to get drunk, and then drank to maintain.
I drank until it hurt, but it didn't hurt me,
I hurt the ones i loved, but I didn't seem to see.
Alcohol made me happy, at least it seemed that way,
I drank when I was bored, and drank to pass the day.
I'd start after work and end the day with a beer in bed,
I'd get so drunk, that all I'd see was red.
I drank to the moon and to the rising sun,
I drank just to drink, I thought it was so much fun.
I'd drink just about anything, well anything with booze,
I never knew my limit, being drunk I could never loose.
I drank myself angry and then drank more,
I drank till it was gone, or till i passed out on the floor.
I spent years drinking, drinking myself to sleep,
I drank myself into a hole, that was getting really deep.
I drank like my mom, and drank like my dad,
my drinking was a problem, and that made me sad.
I woke up one day, tired from all the days before,
at that moment i decided that I would drink no more.
The first day sucked, I really needed a drink.
the second day sucked, but really made me think.
I have a problem, I am an alcoholic.
Alcohol is a killer, it acts with out discrimination,
a serial killer, it's patient then kills without hesitation.
My days got better, the with drawls eased down,
It was everywhere, and Its hard to quit when its always around.
Relapse is common, Saying No is a lot like saying yes,
They say take it one day at a time, so we just try our best.
Its nice not being alone, I know there's others like me,
Who chose to fight the fight, and enjoy sobriety.
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