Born alone and I’ll die alone.
Pulled out as a single,
wishing I was a twin.
Unable to focus alone,
my life will never be complete.
Drugs and alcohol convince me,
that I’m not alone.
Until I wake up and realise
I am truly, and will always be
Alone.
Tag: pressure
Gin & Tonic
Chief stew to bed
I find myself pouring another drink
One is too many
1000 ain’t enough
But each night as the evening closes
I am all alone
Unsupervised
Un aware
That as that first drink hits my lips
Warms the belly,
Cheers me up.
I know I will not be here to see the evening close down
Ive grown accustomed to this hangover
Palming off sobriety from each day to the next
Perhaps I would be happier
Perhaps I would be stronger
Perhaps I would be better
But I will never know
As I will never see the end of a close down.
Grown ups
You’re all alcoholics I scream.
Gripping my vodka soda tightly.
Enough 