Paralytic

Drunk words

Aren’t always sober thoughts

I don’t know why

I always get distraught

Smashing up my room

Like I’ve lost my mind

After too many vodkas

Peace is hard to find

Self-harm urges

Become so intense

Collecting packs of pills

I completely lose all sense

I don’t like who I am

When I turn to the drink

I don’t like what I do

And I don’t like what I think

Why can’t I just dance?

Smile, laugh and sing

I have now come to realise

Alcohol is an evil thing.