Alcoholism

It’s never crystal clear anymore Not hiding in that curved little glass shelter Not since you took that as your escape route Just because it got tough to keep it together Thinking you could drop the precious things Just drowning, falling, into the icy liquid burn Lasting long enough to keep you in the dark Never giving you the guts to change anything Living in your own little heavenly hell Treating it like your ticket through the exit When all this ever is, is just your cowardice Too afraid to just stop pretending