the cabinet in the kitchen

the cabinet in the kitchen has alcohol. 

yesterday i took shots. 

today i worked through my hangover with more. 

i didn't have lots. 

 

i don't understand. 

i'm turning to alcohol. 

what's wrong with me? 

am i out of control? 

i watched friends.

i laughed at everything.

my dad came home early.

he saw my friend puking.

i'm eating more.

that's good, i guess.

but it feels weird.

i'm telling myself it should be less.

am i going to die?

should i be scared?

i am.

i wish i was prepared.

the cabinet in the kitchen has alcohol.

i tell myself not to drink it.

but i do it anyway,

i'm scared to admit.