"Take another drink and revel in the pain
It's better than thinking anyhow
The burn slides down my throat with every shot
And it's exquisite, how real I know it is
How, even at my worst times, it's by my side
For it is only I that falters.
How many have walked away?
I lost count long ago;
Before Dad's wheelchair
Before my heart was truly broken by the ones I thought cared the most.
Now I find myself thinking only of her,
That soccer angel that has become my beacon of light
While I pour the bottle down the drain
Unbelieving, but hearing her voice clearly:
'It's the smartest thing you've done all day.'
I know she's right---
---that this madness
the years of self-destruction and recklessness has to stop---
---I guess that was I needed to see it."