A Sip Too Many

The first time it was such a rush,
From the second it touched my lip,
I felt more alive than I've ever been,
Pure ecstasy upon first sip.

So the next time I take another sip,
But I don't feel quite the same rush,
So I need to take a bit more,
So life again will seem so lush.

So the cycle continues this way,
Each time a few sips more,
And with it comes dependency,
The magic liquid I'll soon adore.

The mornings after are not so fun,
And life sober looses its appeal,
Soon unable to enjoy just being alive,
Drinking, the only method for me to feel.

The life around me soon degrades,
The need to drink now comes most every days,
With it natural happiness fades,
And its stench upon me now stays.

Now I don't only drink to be happy,
But to turn upside down my common frowns,
Each day I feel increasingly lonely,
My life lacking ups and plagued with downs.

People tell me to take it easy,
But they don't know my depression,
Or maybe I already told them,
During one of my drunk confessions.

I want these feelings to stop,
But I hate how life feels so numb,
At what point have I sealed my fate,
Forever drinking away my miseries as a bum.

I really don’t know any more,
And I’m beginning to lose my cares,
No longer worrying about my friends,
Or the disappointment that fills their glares.

Who am I, where did I come from, I really don't know,
My past nonexistent, maybe if I just scream,
Someone will help me exile this imposter,
And I can finally awake from this horrid dream.

Maybe if I just close my eyes it'll all go away,
Maybe not all is lost as it may seem,
Maybe my living nightmare,
Was in the end just a dream…
Just a dream…