Drink myself away

Trying to drown my pain again so I sit here drinking my self
to sleep.
You leave a simple cherry taste on my tongue.
I just want it to go away, want it all to go for good.

I’m almost done with this bottle but I still feel you in
my throat.
You’re like a hot ooze of sick lodged and I can’t get it
out,
Stuck in me for ever I’ll have to push on, to try so hard
to go on.

I’m laying down on my bed now, empty bottle slips from my
hand.
Room spinning, my stomach does flips and my heart slowly
breaks.
What a mess I have made of myself, complete and utter
monstrosity.

I want to do nothing but shed these tears welling up in my
eyes.
Yet I have never felt farther from any kind of release.
I wish I had a switch to flip to get this all out, for it to
pour straight out.

Seems as though nothing is working and I can feel my
impending fate.
I can sense that my brutal end is near and no one will care
to miss me.
What will people think of me now, think of me what they did
before?

Just one thing lingers in my mind as I take the last few
breaths.
I ponder what the people I left behind, will carve on my
head stone.
But how do you put into words that kind of torture, kind of
heartbreak?

Catt