Lying in the hospital bed,
I recall all the sounds of tears shed.
One more drink or one more pill and I might have been dead,

I have been in this spot nine times before,
But GOD left me here because he knew there was more,
More love for me to share,
More people who need my care.

I should have learned the first time this went down,
But instead I ask my self, how long before I'm 6 feet underground?
It's scary to ask my self these things,
I need to stop all the hurt that this brings,
I hurt my Mom, Brother, and my friends.
It would ease their pain for me to put it all to an end.

But I will do what I can do,
Don't take this poem as a promise to you,
I will TRY to get out of this life I lead,
That's full of drinking, drugs.
I love my life and how I live it,
But I can't have my family constantly throwing a fit,

So I won't promise that I will quit and stop all your crying,
But I promise as long as you love me... I won't stop trying.