The circles under my eyes only got bigger.
The emptiness in my eyes only got deeper.
The sadness inside of me only got stronger.
I could feel every bad thing getting bigger and bigger and I couldn’t think of how to stop it.
I drowned in shots of vodka but you’re still on my mind.
The burning of alcohol down my throat sounds much better than the burning in my heart.
No, I still have some left. Why waste it when it can go to good use?
I waste my nights drinking so that I stop thinking