Another glass of whisky by Hekkoto on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Demons like whisky, Death loves sorrow, Devil loves ones without hope. Drinking with them makes me die everyday

Road in the darkness, full of solitude

Addictions taking controls over me

They want my inside demon arise

Everyday I keep it inside me, locked, so it wont hurt anyone beside me

I dont want be a bother. What is the point of living when cost of my doctors and meds is same as for food? Without help of my parents it would be twice as big. it would be better if I would just die, I cant even help my husband with our finances. I dont want bother him anymore with my problems. I know that barely anyone would miss me anyway. Im nobody, I always was. Why would anyone care?

Im sure one day I wont be able to hold it anymore. Living with borderline, dancing on the edge, today Im dying, tomorrow Im bloom with euphoria