Life. What's Good About It?

Alcohol had taken its toll on me,
mug after mug, but i still think.
I played games with Jimmy, but lost most of it,
what good is alcohol, if it still makes me think?



I tried to be new, I tried to be true.
Trying as hard as I can, but it won't be real.
I blog with a heavy mind, I can't type well.
wanting to fall asleep, but I'm so immune.



Emotions had elicited from me, but I won't explain.
Trials and tribulations confronted me, I am still the same.
Had I changed? I think I had,
I lead this life alone, a life with pain.