Looking in to eyes that hurt and mourn...

For Freedom...

Deprived of Love and Understanding..

Hope is all gone..

In Depression, Taking a Drink..

The Search is on for....

Truth... in... Something...

Looking deeply into a Bottle for the end...

Looking into eyes that are....

Deep Pools of Despair....

on their last string of Hope...

They Find Something to stand on...

They Find something To Help.....

Forget....

To Help Deal with Problems..

To Help...

Feel Good...

Even Though the happiness is all gone....

The Despair Turns to anger...

Anger from with in...

Anger from no Love, or Hope...

They "Feel" that they are the only ones....

"It" won't happen to me...

"It" can't happen to me...

I am Okay..

I'm enjoying myself...

They "Say"....

But are they really?

Do they feel they are really "Happy"?

or are they just "Abandoned"

Left to Fend for themselves....

All Alone...

In a Dark Bottle...

And Then They find.....

Peace....

With in the...

Grave..

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