Easy answer, part II

It would be so easy to down a bottle of Jack's
Or take a few happy pills
It's so tempting to give in
just for the temporary relief
just to sleep for once
to stop hurting for a few hours
Everybody has their poison
Mine is writing
Writing till my fingertips ache
till my heart stops bleeding
till I feel strong enough
to consider living another day

 

But tonight.. tonight is different

I’m writing and drinking at the same time

And it actually inspires me

I still long for death, I still long to join

My soulmate in the afterlife

But suicide is not my thing

I’m too much of a coward

So I’m thinking… maybe a hangover

and a good indigestion might be the answer

tonight…  Where did I put that box of chocolates?