Here is a poem about a friend that really wasn't... |
I came into the world one day; a precious baby girl My parents had high hopes for me; I seemed to be their world But life, it had made different plans; horrors yet unknown My fate would lie inside of me to wait till I was grown. My childhood, it was very hard; my Mom was always mad My father didn't spend much time; I barely seen my Dad He worked to support his family and was rarely ever home As when he finished dinner; out to the streets he'd roam. I remember time and time again, I'd cower in the night My father, he was drunk again and he and Mom would fight That kind of hell; it finally stopped and all came to an end But the damage had been done; my parents weren't even friends. They chose to stay together, if only for the kids But rarely spoke two words at all; silence was how I lived One extreme to another; from yelling to barely there I think they hated each other; a sign of love was rare. My self esteem; it faltered and sadness grew and grew I felt despair and loneliness; I didn't know what to do And then it came; the final straw that broke the camel's back The day before I turned eighteen, my brother's life turned black. He died while fishing in a boat; we also lost his friend They were the best of buddies; together till the end Something in me died that day; the ball began to roll I felt my life was over; the Lord had took my soul. I had a friend to turn to; his name was Alcohol When we started hanging out, we really had a ball But things slowly began to change; our friendship had turned sour Alcohol really wasn't my friend; he took away my power. He made me do horrendous things and act like such a fool In a life of desperation, I thought he made me cool He had, in fact, destroyed my thoughts, my hopes and self esteem I never knew what I had done; it all seemed like a dream. I dated men I hardly knew and blacked out every night I threw up, passed out and shamed myself; my drunkenness quite the sight For fifteen years, I played this game; a roller coaster ride I didn't know where else to turn; I felt so dead inside. But clouds are lined with silver and hearts are trimmed in gold And time can heal the greatest wounds; that's what I have been told So when your life seems hopeless and dreams seem far away Reach out to those who love you most; there is a better day. A day of love and family and special moments shared A day of making memories; a day of not being scared A day with friends who truly care and hate to see you fall A friend who's love is pure and true and not named Alcohol. |