Alcoholic

Sorry for this being a rather depressing poem, its about a short story i'm writing. Its rather dramatic. Enjoy (most likely not, unless you love sad stuff)


Morning skies.
Cold ghusts of wind against your skin,
the party's over,
and your sick all over,
Go home.

With loves and one night stands,
you're burning yourself in acids.
Getting paid by no one else.
Take the meds from the nightstand,
Go home.

With melancholic lyrics echoing in your head,
with "I love you"'s in and out of your bed,
you're the most sought toy,
out there for every boy,
Go home.

Your paychecks you don't get from the mail,
they're between your panties,
somewhere on the rails,
and its only a dollar or two,
Go home.

Drinks brought you together,
but hangovers were sweeter.
Take the bitter pills.
Wait until the doorbell rings,
Go home.

Now you're run over.
With a loose head you bent over.
The driver's eyes are blind,
you never see the hearts that are kind,
Go home

Donnie's underwater.
Couldn't bare to live without eachother.
Now you're both six feet under,
You and your bittersweet pills,
You're home...