Feel Good

I think I drank a little too much tonight.
I'm falling over my feet, stumbling all over.
The room is spinning, and I can't think straight.
As I search for my feel good source my mind is racing.
Finally, I find it.
I rake it up my arm, and as I watch the ruby red fluid come out
I scream out for her.
She is never coming back.
I use my feel good tool to substitute one pain for a worse one.
It leaves scars, the ones you don't want to tell anyone about.
the ones that tell a story like a tattoo.
As I watch myself in the mirror crying bloody tears I grab my next tool. This time it is not feel good it's and end all tool.
I put it to my head and before things get darker or bigger I pull that fucking trigger.
It's all over, now I will see her again and be by her side.