Story of his life.

He was a drinker.
A man of many phrases and insults.
Ignorance keeps him from bliss.
He thinks solely of him.
But what about his wife, what about the kids.
Now he's living the struggle, now he can't even provide.
He tells his tales in search of redemption.
Forgiveness from a God he says is the only one.
Pushes his beliefs down the throats of others.
This Is not the Christian way God spoke up.
Swear to not care..but you stop talking to me for weeks on end.
Who's the child again?
Your wife leaves..again..and you're left with an empty house again.
Lonely nights, painful cries.
Potential to die alone, where's the hope?
Keep telling yourself that God will heal it all.
Truth is you have to take care of it all.
Maybe God will give you faith, which will result in strength.
But don't think that there is some miraculous healing power that will vanquish the pain.
Science is the only answer, medicine is the only answer to this question.
It's the things that you can't find answers for that you leave up to God.
Like why would you lie to yourself and family, purposely lie to everyone and put them in this brutal situation.
He was a drinker.
Maybe it started as a social thing and then became a breakfast drink.
Maybe self esteem was low and it got out of control.
Realize that your choice hurt me so.
They were the reason I was raised without a father..
The reason why love seems to have it's limits..
Realize you're hurting more than just you...
There's more than just you.
You chose the bottle over a family.
You chose the bottle over me.
But yet you can get your second shot.
Waltz back into my life..
I had hopes that it would make me feel more complete but it just puzzles me.
Why did things play out this way?