I take a shot of Jameson or Jack to start the morning off with old friends.. I'll celebrate it like it's the anniversary of the day that we first met..
Fireworks at dawn as I sip for assistance. This flask keeps me calm, it reflects back my bent image. Of someone who's lost and getting older by the minute.
I tried to be the one that everybody loved. Where has that gotten me?. I tear my self to shreds to prove that i'm someone. That I could never be. . Now these unslightly marks define me.