But if a bird can sing
to the tune of the rain,
then surely I can learn
to overcome the pain.

I think I’m done writing for a while
I’m all used up inside
Like an inkwell that’s run dry
There’s quite a lot to deal with
Like the world is in my shoulders
I no longer sleep at night
Nothing in my life is near alright
I need to remember that the world is there
And that I need to live in it
So goodbye my friends
And keep on writing
I’ll be reading what you say
So farewell, my fellow inkwell-hearts!
If not in this life then the next
Let the universe guide you on
Farewell my friends.

I am an alcoholic,
It's part of who I am,
Addicted to fiery poison,
My destruction at my own hand.