my mouth is dry and my eyes burn I sit in the corner and whatch the hours turn I can drink today and instead I'll stop tomarrow I'm broke and poor so I look for a few bucks to borrow this vicious cycle is tearing me to apart I want to stop but for the love of me I can't start I can't think strait and I start to feel sick the cure for my pain becomes another drink I think it will do the trick when I hit the bottom of the bottle I realize i was wrong my face in my own vomit and in my head the droning of another sad song I'm in a neverending tunnel I want to get out no matter what the cost instead I kick back another bottle and kill all hope and the chance of escape turns to loss
Reason for writing:
I myself am not an alcoholic I wrote from observing those I know
Birth sign: Aries
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