StingfireTwitch

Christmas is over, no more drink, and be merry. Why limit it then, now please pass me the sherry. All year round people drink until sick, Let's start killing the brain cells, your already quiet thick. Joking aside it's a thing to enjoy, Like a bottle of milk expect you a big boy, No offense meant, I just needed a rhyme, Didn't mean to sound sexist, I think that's a crime? Where was I now? I think I lost my place. And why is it wet all around my face? Oh my bottles half empty better fetch me some more, It's not like I'm busy, the days been a bore. Speech starts to slur, but my laughing is clear, Don't know what at, but I shall have some more b

Is all okay? Safe to come out? I need vent myself not scream and shout. Though I may yell at my family, and those near, They think it's in anger, but it showcases my fear. How to show emotion is hard to explain. Its a whirlwind, a torrent, I know I sound insane. I feel sadness,shame and defeat. The tears start to flow as I write in my seat. So much to think on, so much to do. While it burdens my souls, it maybe of ease for you. I clearly need help, someone please lend a hand, As my time wears thin, as the hourglasses sand. I am at a lose no words come to mind. They say keep moving forward, but I'm so far behind. I am a wreck, a mess I have sa