Maybe I’m foolish
Maybe I’m dumb
But all I can think
Is of being so numb1
Of all the pain
Of all the sorrow
And I make a choice
Ill regret tomorrow2
I tip the bottle back
I drain the contents
I sit back
I wait for the promise3
That is always kept
By alcohol
I wait till
I can't feel at all4
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This reminds me so much of me. I like this poem. Good work.



