You feel the pain arising once more. So you rush to the cabinet taking your solution. One, two, to start off with counting. Three, four, how much more? Five, six, you stop to think. But you change your mind and go on. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten… An then it's over….. Their gone.
You move quickly through your home. The place you call a prison. A prison of self sentence. You grab your step two and drink. Drink, drink, drink, away the pain. One, two, three bottles down. How much more to go? But you stop…
You stumble to your bed. A bed of long forgotten love, passion, and laughter. A bed of only screaming, tears, and