I'm sitting alone on the couch again
Soft music is playing in the back round
The last of my tears cling on my lashes
Glossy colored paper covers the ground
I hate living, and how I am treated
I hate the beatings, screams, and threats
I hate what I did to the one I love
I hate love, missing him, and my regrets
The cuts, the bruises; the physical pain
Were once my ways of much needed suffice
But nothing feels better than taking a drink
And drowning my body in liquid ice
It feels so cold when it hits my stomach
Yet it burns so bad once it settles
It's like knives are stabbing me in and out
Knives made out of ancient, bewitched metals
Bringing me out of reality
I'm sucked into a phase of unknown
I wobble a little feeling heavy
My head is throbbing; I begin to groan
Not sure how much I've had to drink
But I am feeling tired and weak
And my stomach hurts really bad right now
More tears just spill down my cheek
This is my first time drinking like this
Never thought much drinking before
But back then I never felt so much pain
Hell to health and laws - I just want more
Sipping the beer and chugging the wine
My vision blurs my entire world
I force it down; my body opposes
Soon, once again, the acid is hurled
I think about death, and look like a ghost
Because my face is so white and pale
I feel so sick, and I know deep inside
The torturing drink will prevail
I fall to the floor right on the pictures
I grasp one quickly and look it through
Before I black out I mutter a few words...
"I just wish I was with you"
