Insomnia. If only, my fridge, was filled with beer and a couple cans of food. Drinking, till dawn. Drowning out the dark until I see the sun rise, then I can throw up & pass out.
When I was little, my parents used to give me spoonfuls of liquid dawn and chunks of bar soap. To eat when I swore. Until I broke wore them down, to my court and ruled that I will drink dawn by the bottle if I have to, to keep my words unfiltered. True Love. Drink Dawn & Die.
Watch my mouth? Wash my mouth out? With soap? The ****? Kiss my ***. I get belligerent when I'm drunk. I'll go cry behind a pine tree for a couple hours now.
I'm living The All-American, Poor-White Trash Dream & the world is my dumpster