Scars

Scars inside hurt worse than those out.
Racing through his mind making him shout.
Constantly fighting the strong desire to end it all.
Taking the cheap way off a cliff with an easy fall.

Lover says she will help him through.
But, he does not know what to do.
For a while the bottle was his friend.
But, when he stopped it all came again.

Peace always eluding his troubled mind.
A way to stop the madness never will he find.
The price of freedom he has duly paid.
A price he will always pay until his dying day.