Think I will read this when I am tempted.
As I stand by the kitchen sink
Tears falling in rhythm with the residue dripping
From the tap,
I hear the clocks
Tic-tock-ticker,
Hands become clammy
Eyes begin to flicker,
Another morning after
That I promised would not happen again,
Another weekend of hanging my head in shame.
Another binge,
Look through my phone at the messages I sent
The night before and cringe
The night before I was toasting cheers,
After effects the next morning once again leave me in tears.
Sleeping around with no emotion,
Just hoping into bed and going through the motions.
Taking my pain out on the people
That care, confronting strangers in bars that just
So happen to stare.
I can?t find that answer at the bottom
Of that bottle,
The contents the next day make me want to give my own throat a damn
Good throttle.
I constantly feel broken,
I?m just scared Im going to have one two many
And the next day my eyes may not open.
I hate you bottle.
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