Memories, memories smudge on my lips of the demons I consumed the night before. The terrible things I let be the night before. Just to forget, I to myself saying “its only for fun” but really my inner self says “I need to numb the pain”. Lies that have been told to me pressuring me saying that “it’s the thing to do”. “Its good for you” when in reality its killing me softly.

Keep drinking keep partying but when it’s all said and done when the lights go out there is only me. just starting at this empty glass bottle bring to me the sum of all my fears the fear that I will be nothing lower then a bum on the street. Bring me every doctor, counsler,nurse to help me. And take me to every god to save me. Because if I continue on the path their will no longer be a me!