Alcohol

by kayla   Jul 25, 2005


Hate and loathing
Pure deciet.
Painful times the boy must keep.
Broken heart and broken dreams.
Lost love and lonely nights
Alone again too tired to fight
Alone again to scared to cry.
Beaten by the only man
Beaten now, too sore to stand.
Drowning in his own pain
He lies down
the bottles drained.

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