I would beg the mixer for a better drink.
Ask him to make it sweet and pour the alcohol to the brink.
I would dance to the music without batting a wink.
And I'd enjoy it without being forced to think.
It was my "friends" and I on that dance floor.
Danced with them, but it was me who I danced for.
The mixologist called my name and I said fill her up.
Then he poured until he filled my favorite cup.
I said thanks so much for making it a good night.
But he said this was your time to take a break from the fight.
I asked what he meant by that, as the liquor touched my soul.
The 18 year old in me reaching their hangover goal.
The bartender looked at me and smiled,
My fav song came on so I danced for a while.
They said the club was about to close down,
And on the dance floor my friends were nowhere to be found.
I looked closer so I could square in on the tile,
To see I was dancing by myself all a while.
It was me,myself, and I,
Drunk and happy fulfilling the wish for me to die.
I'd been buried in sorrows and too many lies.
A blanket of them to cover me and my cries.
I would look around again to see if anyone was there.
Only to realize life was a personal problem to "fear".
You must fix it yourself and get up again.
Back on the dance floor with a message to send.
You don't need the drug to make it where you need to be.
All you need is the true you to wake up and see.
Put your hands up and get happy at this time;
For to die without self love would be a heinous crime.
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PoesiaTackled by too many emotions, and riddled with pain, a character tells his story through poetry. As he happens to find himself stuck in a rut for years, he turns to any and every remedy to ease the pain. Drinking, Crying, Writing, and listening to m...
