Self explanatory

I was a pretty girl 
At one time,
I let the alcohol take control 
Of my life,
Now I realize that I’ve 
Lost so much 
Time, and all my youth
Is gone like my
Pride.
Why can’t I just leave it all
behind somewhere 
Lost in the back 
Of my mind.

I sit and I cry,
Most of the 
Time,
I always do try,try,
I keep wondering 
Why, because in the
Back of my mind,
It’s all just a lie
Another compromise 
With no big
Surprise just a big
Box of lies.
Why do I try,oh I try,
No matter how hard
I do, I still cry
The pain of what’s 
Real is what I 
Constantly 
Feel,
It’s all about the try 
No matter why,
Or how many times
It takes to cry…

~Deb