He looks at the empty bottle he has just fished off He punches the wall and tells himself this is the last time He knows this is the same thing he told himself yesterday but refuses to admit he has a problem His pain has been replaced by the feeling of numbness and confusion He just sits and waits for the day the lights finally shut off He thinks to himself maybe then I will finally find happiness.* -Jeffrey Sutter
*I wrote this only because I hadn't written anything in a while... I hate this poem...