Wasted

                          I wanna be drunk when I wake up.

                      I don't want to remeber how I messed up.

                             Don't want the memory to stay.

                           I just wanted the pain to go away.

                         I didn't want to remember your name.

                  Since you've been gone nothings been the same.

                              So I just keep getting wasted.

                                  So I don't have to face it.

                             

 

Reviews

[Seanne Tholltree]

love love love :)

[The Nude Writer]

Gosh, I have been there. Not a great place to be.
This poem really captures that feeling. Well done :)

[eatmills]

Excellent piece. Short and sweet. I know the feeling.

[Cody Michael]

I love the poise you have in this. Truly insightful

[SamanthaMarie]

Oh man, nothing is glorious about laying on a bathroom floor in a club.. Nice write.

[B-poet]

Short, sweet and to the point as to why alcohol is the poison of choice for most people so they can numb the pain of bearing an emotional burden in contrast with their afflictions and flaws as a human being within reality. Nice job.

[Forgotten]

I like it, alcohol is a sweet maiden there to help us forget. I've been in that place at times so a poem I can relate to for sure. A great write.

[Nick]

me too

[Someones_Heartbreak]

Love

[C.C. Marx]

Sometimes its just easier to forget and give in that face reality, not that id ever condone it. Nicely done