The Sins Of An Alcoholic

I miss the days when I was a kid.
All you had to worry about was having fun...
Iv'e made too many mistakes these months and the shame eats me whole and spits me out at night. I tried drinking the sorrows away, as my uncle would, but those days are stilled there deep inside the catacombs of my soul. I keep them locked away but my mind likes to peek inside of them once in a while. So when I cut, I feel like they're dripping away with that pink blood. I'm going to drink some more today, maybe I'll actually feel something else. I haven't written in days because of what might come out. Words have become enemies.
They are all enemies.  
I just need some more...just to forget. I want to inhale and forget all of it. Punch me in the teeth, I deserve it. Don't kill me though.

Living is punishment enough.