You wake up trying to fight the truth
Every morning,
Head scrambled,
Like your lost,
Don't know what to do.
Luckily...
You still got a bottle or two.
You can't fully function until you get one in you,
You know it's there,
It's calling you,
I want some...
but it's not even noon.
The devil start replaying all the hell you've been through
Chanting...
"Go ahead"
"What's one going to do?"
”Hurry up!"
"You'll be fine"
"Please, numb the pain your heart is going through."
You know what happens when you cross that line!
You keep trying to convince yourself that it will be fine.
Deep down you know it will take control,
No matter how hard you fight,
Your demons become stronger,
An your will becomes weaker.
The temptation starts to grow,
Resentments start winning,
And your victories seem low.
Now you've convinced yourself saying,
"What's one going to do?"
So you finally give in,
An for the bottle...
Another win!
©cori
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