
Drinking helps distract me from life.
Itβs not always the best idea.
Sometimes the distraction is worse than the reality.
Too often I drink alone.
Rarely does it end well.
Anything is better than the world we live in.
Canβt distract myself without it.
Too often it is also the cause of my reality.
I donβt know what to do.
Other people must have this problem too?
Nobody cares.



Comments (1)
Great poem.