
I don't want to be here
But according to Society standards
I have an addiction
Look at all these miserable people
I don't belong here
All of them pissed that life
Handed them a fucked up deck of cards
I've accepted my reality
Yeah sure I go to a couple Of parties here and there
Might get faded and not remember half of the night
You call it a problem I call it living
I've been living at the bottom of the bottle ever since I could remember
I rather take comfort in it's poison than the poison of society
These meetings are all the same
Complaining about how they got in this predicament
It's not a predicament it's a choice
I chose my poison
Straight Hennessy No Chaser
The wonderful honey colored liquid
Has seen me at my best and worse
accepted me when none else could
held my hand while teaching me the lessons of life
That first shot swallowed feeling your throat closing in
The rapid fire coursing through your veins allowing you to see reality
Hi my name is unimportant I am not an alcoholic
Keep in mind I said I ain't no drunk
I much rather talk to the bottle then explain myself to nothing ass people
About the Creator
Meshia
I've been writing poetry on and off since elementary school. i didn't get heavily involved in poetry until the end of middle school going into high school. Poetry and writing stories became an outlet for me during those difficult times



Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.