They say just quit
but will never know.
The fight inside
that will never show.
I want to move on
and things to get better.
Not to be discarded
with just some letter.
To have friends
that really care.
Not hanging around
like I have no prayer.
They stay all day
with drink abound.
As soon as its gone
no one can be found
Its hard to be sober
and so much alone.
But its a better life
with no heart of stone.
To be drunk again
is the easy way out.
I want to move on
but am I that stout.
I must fight this
for I am on the brink.
I can never give up
and take that drink!
A contest entry
- Peer Pressure the Third! You Decide the Winner! PW by Zenda-Lokki.
1400 points, ended July 2, 70 entries
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Peer Pressure :)
A beautiful write that I could really relate to. Thanks for sharing, and best of luck in the contest
Maria
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