Beers And Tears

Have to find another way
To let my mind recover
Another morning feeling dirty
Fragile, depressed and hungover.

An outcast from society,
I can't handle sobriety.
My bed is stained with sweat and worse
When did life become a curse?

Once upon a time I had a family
I wonder if they ever think of me.
A yellowed picture of happier times
Unforgiven for my crimes.

I reach out from where I lie
Past the portrait that makes me cry.
My cheek is scarred from years of tears
I open the first of many beers.