I wake up and look at the clock it says 7:43am.
I painfully get off my floor and wipe the crust from my eyes and stretch.
Stepping out of my room I walk towards the kitchen and yawn as I get a mug and pour whatever was left of yesterdays coffee.
Cold and bitter as I chug it down and step outside.
I look up at the sun bright on the horizon and go over to the ashtray and take a cigarette I left the night before.
I light my smoke and get done with it crushing it out as I walk inside.
I open the freezer and grab my liquor bottle still capped and waiting for me.
I take a moment to look at what I have reading the label I see %150 I crack a smile and open it.
I take a swig and swallow burning as it runs down my throat.
I skip breakfast and go back to my room now laying against the wall.
I decide to chug as much as I can take before dropping the bottle I then look out my window feeling everything spinning at a hundred miles per hour.
At some point I lost consciousness and woke up looking at the clock it's now 11:16pm and I have the hangover I expected.
I find the bottle and chug down the rest of what didn't spill on the carpet.
I then lay down and ponder when I'll be able to stop drinking my life away.
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free verse poems of my life
RandomI'm making these for someone to know I'm still alive and well.