Whispers

alcoholic

It was just a drop,
the bitter liquid eased the pain,
and a drop turned into a stream
that cooled my sorrow and broke my chains.
it was the relief that drew me to it,
the different ways to savor it,
the different flavors of despair,
i've turned into a addict, and I never meant it.
this hole I dug is too deep,
so I might as well drink in this misery,
because even though I'm stuck here
the old saying says, "misery loves its company"