A drink to weakness.

This alcohol is my only friend

As this glass fights my lifeless lips.

Is this drink the start to my end?

Because I'm ready for death's cold kiss.

I want to forget my old mistakes.

Find some optimistic fucking hope.

But this drink will force me to stay awake.

If I do pass out, I hope I choke.

I don't want another hang over.

I don't wish to ever wake up.

So I drink and hide under the cover.

Bit this darkness isn't near enough.

Am I just meant to be only this?

I hurt myself so I know I'm alive.

Poisoned by alcohol's first kiss.

Hand holds a drink, the other a knife.