Miserably Terrible

Anxiety strikes, breath unavailable, this is her life, And she calls it terribly miserable. One drink, two drink, three drink... TEN! She is barely standing, forgot how to think. And all she wanted was the pain to fade away. Briefly stuck in her numbing comfort, but she knows the pain won't change. There she sits that very next day with more pain, she just wants to be gone and gone away. twenty drinks, thirty drinks, Score! Won't stop until she hits the floor!