Alcoholic, a soul in pain
Trapped in a cycle, of guilt and shame
With every sip, a mask they wear
Hiding the hurt, and the endless tear
They drink to forget, to numb the pain
But it only brings more sorrow and stain
And as they drown in their liquid vice
Their lives spiral out of control, at a high price
But there's hope, and a way to break free
To find the strength, to stop the spree
To reach out, and ask for help
And heal their wounds, and start to yelp
So let us reach out, with love and care
And show those struggling, that someone's there
For in their journey, we can be a guide
And help them find, their path to the other side!
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