drowning my sarrows one tear at a time what a poor soul I have tryed to become so much do I want to get drunk and forget at the end of the night I have a empty bottle, a full mind, and a breaking heart to me I seem pathetic, feeling sorry for myself selfishness takes me over, anger embodies me hate drifts into and out of me tears over flow into my soul rage chews at me and becomes that itch you can never reach hope gives me something to cling onto reassurance takes away the lonelyness gudience shows me that it is okay to be slefish and angry prayer calms those demons lurching around but love and lonly love saves me from my raging soul and self pity