The drink brings me back and takes me away. When I try to fall asleep sober, that's when the demons come and choke me and pile dead children on top of my paralyzed body. I can't scream, I hyperventilate, I yell inside of my mouth and stop breathing just to wake up. When I do wake up, I throw the dead and the demons up into the air and then go and take a piss and a breath. What the fuck is that shit all about?
"You need to see a therapist," I am told. I see the bottom of a bottle instead. It's cheaper, I don't need a referral and I can smoke and do the dishes.
Fuck all.
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