I stole alcohol today.
Like always.
But this time was different.
Each sip tasted of
Stress, Responsibilities, Lust
Hate, fear and sadness

And yet I kept drinking.
And I wonder why
But I guess that's how It works

That Taste never left my mouth
Even a after the bottle was gone
And everyone went home
And **** was the only cure
And that's when I thought that
Drinking my problems away
Never in my life Tasted so bitter.