stuck in your own hell
you don’t see  the hand you have
reaching out for everyone around you
spreading your malice and grief
you don’t see the hand you have
in everyone else’s pain
grabbing onto them
drowning them while trying to be saved
wanting to be happy
smothering the fear with a bottle
you see a sunrise in the bottom of a glass
pity and consideration are handed out
with only good intentions,
but you toss them back,
now only more excuses stopping you
wishing life would hand you gold
yet providing you with dross
tainting everyone around you
with the venom that oozes from your pores
and leaves friends with the coppery taste
in their mouths of blood
from the words of advice and wisdom
trying to claw their way out
between clenched teeth.