somehow sometimes the depression tastes better when laced with a vodka smoothie

rolling off your tongue and down your throat only to infect your stomach

and tease your mind with a high that won't last long and that will always end in gagging over a toilet

you won’t know which way is up or down

you won’t be able to walk straight anymore with your head held up high

because it's another thing your addicted to (another thing to be ashamed about)

your day feels incomplete without that evening drink or without that cigarette

your a fool for ruining this again

and for retarding your mind