Drunken whor

Every weekend she goes out
Drinking and partying
Never caring what happens.
Not knowing what will happen.
When she drinks she forgets
And she remembers.
Another personality comes out.
One complete different from
What she shows the world.
Every morning she drinks
She wakes next to someone
She doesn't remember.
The need grows for something more.
A need to be held when she wakes
A need to be loved.
On one special night
She finds someone she knows.
She never knew what it was like
To be held close.
Tonight she wasn't drinking
And she said yes.
She didn't realize that it was
About to be the biggest mistake of her life.
That night she also lost her two best friends.
She runs home, tears falling
She runs to the bathroom and grabs
The blade sitting nearby.
Five slashes decorate her left wrist
And one on her right.
"oh god I'm sorry"
she whispers as the blood
drops from her arms.