As I sit and watch the people stroll.
In and out.
Seeing their pain from a hard day.
Slowly roll away as they come out.
Bottle in hand.
Finally, something to ease the pain.
Finally, something to ease the pain.
Something that kills from the inside.
Just like they want.
Poison and **** the inside.
So that the body will no longer function.
So that they no longer care to fight.
No longer care at all.
Except for the bottle, swinging in hand.
I need to break free before I swell.
Like the hands of a diabetic.
Like the stomach of a hungry child.
I need to break free before I myself am swimming in the well with the rest of then in hell....