WhiskeyWhiskey9 years ago in Free Verse
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As suicidal thoughts plague my head,
I look for the whiskey under my bed.
I move the other liquor to the side
For in this bottle alone I confide.
Jack Daniels, my closest friend,
Is all I really have in the end.
Hands shake but not for long,
Soon I'll believe that I belong.
I grab my love. Hold him tight,
Prepare my wings for flight.
I smile then I break his seal,
Time to distort what's truly real.
I open the drawer. Try to find
A glass for my piece of mind.
Behind empty bottles I see
Freedom from my agony.
It smells like whiskey still
Always has, always will.
Pour a shot, drink it fast,
A warm embrace at last.
I feel calm yet kind of sickly,
But poured again, drank it quickly.
Then I stared at my suicide note,
As the whiskey coated my throat.
I can't stand what I have become to be,
Repulsed by the reflection I always see.
I took another shot, wished I was dead,
Another shot to ease thoughts in my head.
I wanted a release from this so-called life,
So I drank more whiskey, got out my kn