Poetry

Seems Like Sanity

A/N: I've never drank before. I wrote this when I was in one of my strange moods and in a mood where I wanted to drink myself to sleep. This was awhile a back; I haven't had that mood of wanting to drink, which I'm thankful. I thought I should share this. 

-Nichi

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I'm sitting on the windowsill,

the floor's covered with broken

shards of what once was;

I don't know what's left.

The clinking sounds 

of empty bottles

are what I hear,

as I drink to soothe the pain. 

I'm slipping into what seems

like sanity as I hold the bottle

and stare again into 

the bottom of another bottle.

I gaze at the world

as the somehow, 

calming and burning drink

slides down my throat. 

I know this isn't good, 

but it feels like it is.

It feels like it's the only 

sane thing

here in my fading world. 

It's my addiction to sanity,

it sheds light for me for a bit

then pities me enough

to end my suffering and 

shows me sleep.

As my sight blurs,

I slip into darkness

as I fall down to the floor

and I wake up; and I'm sober,

all over again.