The Drunk

Published January 18th, 2007

I wasn’t always a drunk Once I was a little girl 

Who wanted love Which she found – in a bottle 

At first it had been fun There were friends and laughter 

She felt complete, unbroken for the first time But it stole something I couldn’t afford to lose 

It took my sanity – for awhile It took over my life – and my child 

Withered and died I can’t get her back 

I’ve tried But I was a drunk 

The kind that drinks in the morning And falls asleep with a glass in her hand 

That spills red liquid onto the floor Who laughs too loud in a crowd 

And doesn’t know  She’s not the centre of attention because she’s fun 

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