as i sit in this chair

fighting back

everything inside

again trying to find

the thing that keeps me whole

but as i continue

on this path

i’m left again

barely able to breathe

the last ounce of my strength

leaving me

with every word

i am reminded about

the war raging inside

about the hell i must get through

i reach for the bottle

to save my life

but it keeps reminding me

that i’m at the point

of breaking

what should i do

when there’s little chance that

i will survive this

war within

i scream to the sky

in hope that my mother and father

could help me

see past this pain

the fire within are at the point

of burning me down

how can i go on

dragging my feet to the edge

to edge of the end

how am i suppose to

stay strong for someone who needs me

when i’m too weak to carry on

again i scream to my mother

who brought life to me

what i become

i scream to my father

why am i so weak

and then i’m remind

remind of the times when i gave in

and was given a chance to break free

why did i chose to carry on

when all i want is to

JUST DROWN IN THE WATERS OF DEATH

and end this path i lead