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From: [email protected]
Category: Messages
Date: Wednesday July 09, 2003
Time: 12:07 AM
Crystal Woods Burnett [email protected] July 28, 2003 I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME TOO You were my closest friend for so long You were there for me when noone else was You allowed me to speak, when I thought that I couldn’t You were my courage, my shield, you helped me fit in My comforter, my God, my strength within You were my buddy, my pal, my best friend by far So close in fact, that you often drove my car Then there came a time, when our friendship grew sour But I couldn’t get you to leave, not even for 24 hours I’d get rid of you, then miss and bring you right back I began to suspect that I was under attack People started to worry, that you were in control They told me that you were deceptive, manipulative, and bold An enemy, a foe, a liar, a cheat To continue with you would be utter defeat My body and mind got sicker as one, I could not win this fight, I would just have to run But I am no chicken, no wuss, no wimp; if I have to run, I may as well limp My mind put my body to one final test, to go toe to toe and see who was best Seven full days, this final bout survived, I didn’t fare well, but at least I’m alive My God decided he wasn’t finished with me yet Two weeks in the hospital, 28 days up north, all of this with a pending divorce My mind was all twisted, my bloodwork skewed, my liver was damaged, my body misused My family was hurt, my friends confused; why would I do this with so much to lose? I had no faith, no spirit, no laughter, no hope, no livelihood, no feelings, no warmth, no jokes But now I am back, with all of these things, thanks to your prayers, and our Father, the King So, good riddance to Stoli, Smirnoff, Heine, and Jack; to Cuervo, Petron, and most of all Yak You beat me into submission, but this battle I’m ahead This war won’t be over until I am dead If I ever pick up a bottle, it’ll all be undone, and I’ll have to start all over from baby step one So youngsters and old folks, and parents and kids Please hear my story and don’t do what I did Take pride in your life, it’s the only one you get I thought it loved me too, but I was sadly mistaken My sanity and mind was free for the taking Goodbye alcohol, hello big beautiful work. Crystal DeAnn (Woods) Burnett Written, 28 July 03 Sobriety Date, 19 Feb 03 God helps those who help themselves