41.

You lie in bed each and every morning
Tired from the cold; the lack of sleep keeps you yawning.
Your body aches from another dose of Tramadol
The liver rejects the abusive quantity of alcohol.
But you plough on, tired from the abuse
You seem to think you've nothing left to lose.
But you think of those who worry on your life
You really don't wish to place them under so much strife.

Going out at night for 15 minutes at a time
You wonder if it should be just beer or maybe wine.
Half the time it seems the best that you can do
When inside your brain feels as thick as glue.
Open up, swallow down and forget those murky blues
You know it's wrong but it's the life that you have chosen.
You lie awake at night in fear and in resentment
You know your better than this, but to change you haven't a clue...

Well then wake up and get into life
That bottle may as well be a stab in the back with a knife;
The shotgun that you place inside your mouth
Your physical features are aligning too far south...
Your my friend, and I'll try to help you;
We've still lots of things to do...
Because the World ain't gonna frown
When your 6 feet underground.