I sit there and pour one more glass,
Just one more I tell myself,
Yet once that one is gone,
I seem to pour another,
Then another,
Then another,
Then another,
I sit there looking at the glass,
Drinking and then looking again,
Why do I do this?
To my family,
To my friends,
To myself,
Why do I do it?
I take another sip,
I look at it again,
I become angry,
Angry at myself,
For become so dependent on something I hate,
I throw the glass across the room,
I swear to myself that I’ll stop,
That I won’t drink again,
...
But then that voice,
That sweet voice,
I hear it ever so softly,
Ever so quietly,
Just one more it whispers,
Just one more,
...
So I say to myself,
I guess one more won’t hurt...
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Written September 16th, 2006
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now this one wow i love it i used to have an eating disorder for 7 yrs i also used to cut so i know the feeling thte voice of just one more and it is so strong i dont think you can explain it. if you have this problem w drinking then i wish you luck and strength to over come this it may take years but good luck its its not easy you can say no all day long but it still want make the demon voice go away....
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