Nineteen

If i was to write a book,
about my life experience.
You would be left in awe,
and possible disbelief.
The depression,
drugs and alcohol.
Letters saying goodbye,
for the final time.
Never knowing if i would,
i would die alone.
My misguided anger,
and blinding inebriation.
Happiness masqueraded by,
billows of cigarette and pot smoke.
The surprising thing is,
all of this occurred after i met Christ.
You do not know my pain...