SaMWay 24: The Weekend
For months, I have been looking forward to this weekend. No, I daresay nearly a year. I have studied for tests and answered surveys that …
Dear Alcohol
Dear Alcohol…1 shot, 2 shots, 3 shots, 4You would hold me captive but, no moreThe drink has no grip on meI am free, I am …
Me
My heart, it breaksMy brain, it hurtsMy soul, it aches For I have lost a friendOne that I never hadI lost a loveThat once grace …
SaMWay 23: The PainKiller
Continuing his story of depression, the narrator sheds a bit more light on the nature of his internal conflict.