Chapter Five:Drink My Life Away


bottle full. now empty. falling to the floor with a crash. standing up now. a little dizzy. walking towards a single soul. angry faces screaming words. hatred everywhere. why do you do this to me? why.. lunging at her. swinging fists. she'll hate you later. slit her wrists. a black eye here.. bruise or two there. the relationship is gone. you drank it away. you drank us away. we will never be because of your actions. all i want to know is why? why do you hate me so much. am i that bad? that you have to do this to me? 5 empty bottles, turn to ten, turn to fifteen when will you learn you cant drink your problems away and i wont be here when you need me the most. when someone hurts you. you'll be alone. you'll be the one crying. wishing you were dead. i'll be gone. you'll never see me again. sometimes i lay awake at night. wishing you wont come home tonight. thinking of how nice it would be.. just one night. without you. and im sure you think about that every day. how you wish i wasnt here. that i was never born. why cant she just go away. vanish. *poof*. but its not that easy. go ahead. drink some more. after they 30th beer maybe ill start to dissappear. but not quite enough for you to stop. blurryness standing up now. clenching your fist. walking in the dark. tripping over your feet. drank to much one too many times. i hope you get liver cancer. you deserve it. bastard. for everythign you've done to me. just because your father died when you were young doesnt mean you cant be a father to me. but its too late for that now. isnt it. you drank it all away. who cleans up after you? puts away the bottles. covers you with a blanket. i did. but not anymore. i've learned my lesson one too many times. i will never do it again. never. you can sleep in the backyard with animals shitting on you for all i care. but you still dont learn do you. grabbing another. icy cold. making jokes about how you wish the dog could get you a beer. not even close to being funny. pathetic. pathetic would be the word. your rotting in yourself. i hope you die. you dont realize it but its gone. and your already dead. im already dead. we're all dead. never again will we live. why? because of you. one more drink. one tequilla.. getting a buzz.. two tequillas.. dizzyness.. three tequillas.. cant stand up.. four tequillas.. wheres the bathroom.. five tequillas.. wheres my daughter? buy a punching bag. 20$ at wal*mart. i'll even buy it for you. but of course you wont. you have to hear the screams the cries for help. its just too much. everything pileing up at once. and then bang. its all gone. one swing of your hand. one flick of your wrist. you have to do it. one more time. again and again. such a rush. hurting. pain. suffering. i hope you die, because your drinking your life away. and destroying mine.. Chapter Six
falling into forever
sugar and blood