I am Too Drunk
I am too drunk.
I hope my spelling is right.
I have a soul that needs to say
anything, but just something to say.
I can't contain my head,
I can't contain my mind.
Who am I?
All that I can talk to is I.
Alone within these walls.
Alone within myself.
It's like I can't be.
It's like there is no me.
Though I am drunk I still feel.
I feel that I am drunk.
I also can't help to feel,
to feel that I am alone.
I am too much of me to hide.
The blanket fell too short.
There is no hole in the ground.
Reality is not my fault.
I feel the urge to burn.
I feel the urge to cry.
The urge to say
that I am at least alive.
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