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Alcohol

The things you make me do
As if I were real
I’m so glad that you
Seem to recognize me
I’m a loser and a saint
I don’t know what I’m saying
I talk to the scarecrow
As if it’s a woman
I dream everything
And talk some more
As if the drugs make a difference
I’ve become so alone
I can’t speak to the ghost
Like I’m a real man
I’ve blown my cover
I’m a loser in this place
I’m a human
I want to die
It’s as if I have a plan
I’m falling apart
Sinking to the ground
Like Jesus Christ
I drink far too much
And I’m always alone
Sex is a dream
Music is a life
I’m sober as fuck
Food is my friend
Suicide is painless
Like a motherfucker
I’m not sure how much I’ve had
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