Lately I’ve been finding myself drowning my sorrows In alcohol.
I promised myself to not find any other substance to become numb.
I lied to myself.
I crave for it now.
What’s sober?
I can’t get enough of it.
Those around me say to voice my problems to them but in the end, I am still misunderstood.
So I will stay in this shell of mine.
And accept my journey to cease to exist.
This is my own fate.