Poetry

Alcohol
(From “Vices”)

Maybe I drink because I subconsciously want to to die
It's the most socially acceptable way where people don't ask why I don't drink because I like the high
It's just an easy substitute to if I want to cry
But have forgotten how to Like they did me
My conscious knows better
But my heart can't see
Why is it, that it still hurts this way?
Why is it always the same at the end of each day
I fill a void that can't begin to fill
To push this boulder back up this hill
To give it all up to have a drink
Cause it's better sometimes, to not think