Drunken Troubles

[BipolarBear]

just another shot to kill the pain
just one more bottle before insaine
in the mind the flame of life burns low
All thats left is misery and woe
polluted mind just see
we all must face our destiny

drunk the whole bar so fast
wonder if the numb will last
cutting wrists and crying tears
hear the screams through the atmosphere
self hate keep raging on
thoughts fly by the glowing sun
all the tears and fears subside
what is left is suicide

[Tigger Str!pes]

Mmmm, I like it... ever thought of entering a poetry contest?