I wouldn't give up drinking
but then again
you wouldn't ask
me to
and we could spend our
days
drunk on wine
and our nights
we could surrender
to the wild creatures
inside of us

i couldn't give up feeling
terrible
from time to time
but i wouldn't have to
since you bring me
peace
when i am drunk
and miserable

i could be a romantic again
like when i was
younger
before crushing hatred
of life
sank in
and ruined me

i could work
and not hate it
dance in front of oters
and not live a life
of pretending
i could do all of these things

I am engulfed in the pain of the day
always stalking me wishing me harm
with my life unimportant it leaves me to try and discover why want's my soul
I always think i find happiness but discover that it is an illusion and a lie
I cause pain everyday I remain here in this eartly coil
The pain has convinced me to avoid further distruction of oters hearts I must cause one last pain one more loss.
Though I question my head and the broken and painful heart I cannot dispute the logic that is derived.
So it may be best to say goodbye and remove the pain from my life and leave one last pain for you to get over and forget about me