It\'s been seven years that I had a drink,
Makes me really stop and think.
I did it wherever I was, didn\'t mean a thing,
Got so plastered thought I could even sing.
Was so natural to me so I had thought,
It\'s the demons inside and out that I had fought.
So many bad things I Said and done,
And they say drinking is supposed to be fun.
I can\'t change the past only look straight ahead,
Cuz it\'s me that\'s has to lay my head in my bed.
Seven years,eighty four months,or two thousand five hundred fifty seven days,call it what you want I was in such a Haze.
I\'ll end this poem or so called rhyme,
Not consuming any more of your time!!!!!