And so I drink
Because people ask me too much and it’s easier to lift a cup than to talk
people ask what happened a lot
And my response every time is the same,
You did something wrong and I’m trying to cope
Followed my a gulp of whatever I’m drinking
And they only ever ask when I do have a drink to hand
It’s like they know
“I thought you were talking to her?”
“Not after she hurt me like that.”
And I pray my cup has some drink in it
And whilst I’m here drinking to escape you’re out there
Still talking to the one you loved more than me
Still lying against his chest after what did to me with him
Made my whole year a lie
And for what?
And so I fill my glass
A glass of wine with dinner to make the food taste nicer
A can of beer on the sofa to make the film less lonely
A thimble of whisky before I sleep to dull the memories
And a shot of vodka when I wake so I can think about the burning in my throat instead of think about you
And so I drink to feel something other than the pain
About the Creator
Bevan Tse-stuart
coping with depression. Mostly just me venting but any love is appreciated



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