The Drink In Me by Stella Sawyer

Standing staring at the glass 
One more sip 
It’s not the last 
Each drink I take it takes my soul 
Slipping drifting in this dark hole 

The hole of death drink & pain 
Another sip to numb the brain 
No need to think no need to care 
Never needing someone there 

Just a bottle and a glass 
Pretend this one will be the last 
Sinking back into that hole 
Of drink and pain that takes my soul 

Feeling trapped and can’t get free 
The glass, the bottle 
The drink in me 

The pain will end, I know one day 
The drink will take my soul away 
Yes I am trapped inside my head 
Just keep on drinking 
I know soon I’ll be dead. 


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