The Alcholic

He picks up the bottle and refills the glass,
As he sits there lost in his dreams,
He's all muddled up now, it doesn't make sense,
He can't understand what it means.

His wife is old too and she's losing her mind,
she lives in the past these days,
But she still loves him so, and remembers that love,
As she wanders around in a daze.

He drinks out of guilt, to drown out the past,
He knows what he did was wrong,
But try as he might, he cant admit it,
He just knows he cannot be that strong.

When will it all end, his daughters think,
How long must he put us through pain?
Every drink that he takes brings him closer to death,
We have to save him again and again.

So he picks up the bottle and refills his glass,
And the tears start to fall as he cries,
He thinks to himself that his life is now full,
Of hurt and of sadness and lies.

He hopes they don't save him again this time,
He just wants it all to end,
He feels death is near, just let me go,
The bottle is my only friend.