Sorry I had to drink because I wasn't able to deal,
I love this feeling of not able to feel.
As I'm sitting on a bench and staring at the dark midnight sky,
Bottle half empty but this pain doesn't want to die.
So now I'm drunk and head spinning like a propeller,
My soul is screaming that "don't torture me and please get better!"
And why i always get more toxic when im intoxicated,
It just makes my relations further complicated.
And why these people call it art when i fall apart ,
Hands trembling,red eyes dried and my pen from this notepad is seeming to depart.
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