Let’s get really drunk.
Let’s get fucked up.
I don’t want to feel how much I hate myself.
Let’s wait until morning, shall we ?
So I can yell and scream about how fat I am because I drink too much.
About how miserable I feel because I want to write my memoir,
But I can’t because I work all the time.
And when I an not working, I am with you and the kids.
I want to drink until I can no longer feel.
I do it nearly every night.
I have to work tomorrow.
I know I will wake up a mess,
I will care when I see the bags under my eyes.
I will hate myelf.
Something I am used to though.
Right now, I have a beer and a shot in front of me.
Been drinking since the AM,
I don’t give a fuck right now.
I am a tortured soul.
If it weren’t for my 2 children, I would die right now.
I will hurt tomorrow.
I was once a homeless crack addict,
This should not be as bad as it feels,
As horrible as the past,
But it is.
My name is Melisa.
I am an alchoholic.
And no one understands me..
So here’s to another day of drunkesness,gaining weight, and forgetting I am a parent of 2 beautiful children,
I just wanna be high all the time….