I hit the bottle to ease the pain,
The alcohol helps drown out the confliction in my brain,
Empty cans and bottles crowd round my feet,
As i sink lower and lower inside my seat,
How\'d it get like this? This is taking the piss,
All i want is happiness and bliss,
But the struggle to get it is just too much,
But such is life and I ain\'t got no luck,
Stupid stuff i\'ve makes my name like muck,
My family have started to stop giving a f**k,
I guess it\'s just my fault,
And i aint got a plan to launch a counter assault,
So i carry on drinking,smoking and falling into oblivion,
All this shit is just a carry on,
Will they care if i die? na there\'ll probably be celebration,
As i leave this earthly plain,
And pass to somewhere where i can escape this pain,
But in the end drink and drugs wear off,
And i\'m just left feeling worse off
Hey
I think this poem is great. I like the reason you put across for drinking and taking drugs, to make you forget, but it leaves you worse off. I like the poem, its real life. Brilliant.