Bourbon Nights
Alone for another night,
unsure of what was done.
Empty bottles of bourbon,
sitting all around me.
Trying so hard to think,
though to drunk to care.
From here I am uncertain,
Scared of what's ahead.
Lying to myself for comfort,
Ignorant in my own demise.
Hiding behind this bottle,
until this frustration ends.
No motivation or hope,
never accepting future.
Just sitting, wasted,
dying, and wanting...
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