Atelophobia

intoxicated

I took too many sips
Too many hits
My eyes are all cloudy and red
There is a shield of blur over them
I look down and see a flood
It's not one with water, of course
It's a mixture of tears and blood
The bathroom floor is flooding
Flooding with my struggles to talk
Flooding with my blood that I carved out of my skin
Intoxication is a dangerous thing
But it helps with the pain
Not as much as the blade
But it helps
I take big gulps forcing it down down down
I stare into the mirror
My warped face covered in the Reminisce.
I lay under the flood
Waiting for it to take me away