It was new years eve
The first time I had relied on something other than medicine to numb the pain
Now some may have thought I was drunk, but the truth is I was only tipsy
It was the first time since being diagnosed that I had felt remotely normal
Chatting away with my blackout drunk friends, holding their hair back when they got sick
I had took a hammer to those cold stone walls
When I got home I was so very lucky my parents didn't notice the smell
I mean I did try to cover it up before walking to my impending doom
When I woke up the next morning I was feeling swell
The next week after I was longing to feel that kind of normal again
But I knew better than that
Maybe this time I'll try drinking until I can't stand
But I know I shouldn't. How does alcohol work better than my anxiety/depression medicine ever has? My parents would feel so ashamed of me if they knew.
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