Re-laspse alchi

Everyone seems to fnd comfort in the bottle. or the majority of people. BUt ive always wondered what it must be like for an acholic to feel that low and have nothing just to go and hav ea good time.. what happens

downing bottle after bottle

drown my sorrows

hide them behiind a tipsy frame

fake smiles

outlined soilder loosing the fight

i need you to love me

to take me away from all ths

i dont feel so far away from you lately

loosing the fight

bottle under bottle

slipping into old habits

lieing awake at night

tears upon my dripping pillow

to wet to sleep

anti-depressants no longer work

adress the syptoms no the cause

i want them to hate me

so i can love you , just love you and you alone

cant keep running

from how i feel

pain everywhere

in my heart in my head

bottle after bottle

to drunk to feel

ill be happy for a while

happy without you just for a bit

when i cant walk, cant think

security in an empty glass tomb

drinking myself into an grave

pre dug

for me nad you

now i lie alone

me and the bottle

clutched tight

i want them to hate me

so i can love you on the sly

just me and you forever

me and this bottle

love is so tainted

burns my throat

butns through me

warms me

my heart

let me waste away

a rotting corpse

lost the fight agasint the darkeness

Author's Note

Not my usual stuff realy dont like this tbh

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[Jibey]

It doesn't quite ring true... but then I don't quite know how bad it feels...