Should I?

Once the bottle had perminitely fallen,
And I was able to carry on further,
Like a person with an abundant amount of joy,
That was when I accepted endless life.

Failure has more storing alcohol.
And drink it all away once I fall.
Let happiness come back around,
And I let my bloody wounds heal.

No... Failure is not acceptable.
I am too abusive.
I must help the people in my down time.
Of my life.
Let the razor fall into an abyss.
Where I will never get it.

Once I get my light again,
I will let you know by my smile and care.
You will look up to me,
And I will look down to you.
With eyes not so weary.
You'll see.