I've fallen in the snow
eyes rolled back in my head;
the smell of whiskey;
following me to a stranger's bed.
A cry for help;
I,the 'friend in need'
losing a piece of myself
by masking pain in more liquid misery.
I've been in the highway's ditch;
cold,alone,running away;
but me-openly admit?
Not today.
Not today.
DP{This poem is about alcohol abuse.which,I'm sure you've already figured out}
