Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
Perhaps I should consider
Meeting someone else instead
But I can’t help thinking
(Especially when drinking)
That I’d be better off dead
It’s never as bad
As you think it’ll be
All sitting around
The Christmas tree
As long as you have
A beer, or two
To dull the pain
And see you through
Here again
Drunk on wine
Dulling the pain
I feel inside
By staring deep
Into your eyes
Trying not to weep
While part of me dies
Do you think
He said
That you drink too much
Trust me
She said
It’s nowhere near enough
The Trouble With Juniper
Nobody
knows
the
trouble
I’ve seen
The loves
and the
losses and
everything
in-between
On one
too many
gin bottles
I have
relied
To keep
all of my
secrets
hidden
inside
(Originally Posted 18.09.2019)
Tea
She said
Is that it?
Don’t you have anything stronger
I’ll have a look in the back
He said
But it might take a little longer
Stiff Upper Lip
I
feel
so
sad
She
said
Can
you
help
me?
I’ll
certainly
try
He
said
Here’s
some
tea
(Originally Posted 09.08.2020)
If alcohol doesn’t soothe me
And music doesn’t move me
It’s no wonder I can’t cope
This crippling anxiety
Coupled with impropriety
Has left me devoid of hope
It’s fun
While it lasts
Then you go home
Embarrassed
I
don’t
know how
we got here
But
here
we are
nonetheless
We
should
just make
the best of it
Before
we have
to reassess
One can
Two cans
Three cans
Four
Perhaps
I should eat
Before
I drink
Any more
As
the rot
starts
to set
in
I
pour
myself
another
gin
To
silence
the pain
in my
head
As
the
thoughts
seem to
shift
My
mood
starts
to
lift
And
I can
finally
get out
of bed
When
the
wine
is in
The
wit
is
out
And
it’s a
good
job
To
be
honest
As
what
else
Would
we talk
about?
Drinking
beer
When
it’s
just
you
Is
not
as
fun
As
drinking
with
two
Is
it
too
early
to start
drinking
She
asked
As
this
is
too
much
to bear
That’s
exactly
what
I was
thinking
He
said
As
he
pulled
up a
chair
Fill it
up to
the top
So that
I can
drink
again
I want to
feel the
pleasure
And to
forget
the pain
Desperate
timesCall for
desperate
measuresSo toss
that
jigger
awayAnd
pour
I’m
starting
to feel
betterWith
each
round
that
passesAs my
sorrows
are
drownedBy now
empty
shot
glasses
Is that
really
it
There’s
nothing
more?
She asks
while
falling
to the
floor
We’ve
drunk
it all
The
well
is dry
He
exclaims
with a
tear in
his eye
Play that song
one more time
She
said
And pour me
another drink
I want to
feel something
She
said
And I don’t want
to have to think
Drinking again.
Most likely until I’m sick.
You’d have thought,
By now,
That I’d had enough of this.
Stumbling
home
Drunk
again
When will
I learn
Alcohol
is not
My best
friend