A Different Me Poetry

Down the Drain

Another handful down the drain.

Another day,

I'm insane.

The voices are louder.

What do I do?

Drown out their screams,

Drown out the sorrow.

One bottle, two, three,

Keep going until I can't see.

I can't stand to be in my head.

Would it be quiet if I were dead?

Down the drain my hopes and dreams do go.

I feel as if I'm trapped in life's reality show.

I can't hear my own thoughts.

Are they even still there?

Another bottle to drown out the pain.

Another bottle, it never worked anyway.

I watch my future disappear,

And I wonder-

I wonder why I'm still here?

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