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And so I drink

Because people ask me too much and it’s easier to lift a cup than to talk

By Bevan Tse-stuartPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
And so I drink
Photo by Adam Wilson on Unsplash

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

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About the Creator

Bevan Tse-stuart

coping with depression. Mostly just me venting but any love is appreciated

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