another sip of the poison,
drinking away the youth,
forgetting about life, past,
present, and the future.  

blurry vision, buzzing in
your head, but you tell
yourself,

it's not enough
i want more

you tip the remaining
contents of the bottle,
down your throat

the liquid burns your
throat, warms you inside,
makes you lose control

control of your senses,
your common sense
that you need to stop,
that you should stop
before it gets worse

but you keep those
words in the back of
your mind, locking
them away from
earshot