I know
That I can’t
Use booze
To cope
As I crawl
To throw up
My last vestige
Of hope
“Eat, Drink And Be Merry…”
I knew I’d regret
That glass of wine
And so, to bed
I’m now resigned
Omerta
Please
stop
your
incessant
noise
Or I’ll
send
round
one of
the boys
‘Two Lumps Please’
To
help me
through
this
misery
Perhaps
I’ll
make
a drink
That
is what
they
say,
isn’t it?
A cup
of tea
solves
everything?
Self Inflicted
I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today
At least
until this
hangover
goes
away
Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair
And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care
The Office Party
Bloody hell
My head is sore
I shouldn’t have stayed
For ‘just one more’
Another Day, Another Hangover
I really
should
get out
of bedAnd do
something
less boring
instead
Two Day Hangovers
You can take a tablet to halt a head ache.
You can eat a sandwich to settle a queasy stomach.
You can sleep a while to revive your weary bones.
But the self loathing?
That shit lingers on inside your head for days. And there’s nothing you can do to help that.
God, hangovers are awful.
Booze (Pt 2)
It’s killing me. This guilt. Every time I go out. I speak to someone and I feel guilty for laughing. I talk about you and I feel guilty for crying. I feel like every one is watching me, secretly whispering, and I feel guilty for being such an arrogant prick. I think everyone is judging me, pitying me and I feel guilty for not having more faith in people.
So I’m just going to stop going out. As it will finish me off eventually. This guilt.
Ramblings Of A Fragile Mind 