• kamen1 21w


    My problems seem scarce as I become dizzy
    I can slowly feel my problems fading into the background
    Forgetting the painful memories of love I take a shot of hard liquor
    Relishing in my newfound sin I drink more
    The world around me begins to change
    What was once thought as true love
    Engraves itself as needless history
    I take another mind relieving shot
    Pain knocks on my head the next morning
    Every memory of my love rushes at me
    I hurriedly run to the fridge and pull out another drink
    Drowning myself in the quick fix of alcohol
    Not wanting to face my problems
    Choosing this as my way to escape the pain