My name's John
-Tik

My name’s John, and I’m an Alcoholic.

Blank stares? They know? But how, who told?
Not old, I’m new; their stare is so cold
Hands clammy and looking for a bottle to hold
Leave the groups; start running… A beer was just sold.

My name’s John, I’ve been sober a week.

Again they stare back, no expression to see.
I’m free, why do they frown? Are they mad at me?
Put hands in my pockets; grip my Keys.
I take off in my car… down a bottle of whisky.

My name’s John, I’m drunk right now.

No one’s around, but I still see their face.
I’m a disgrace, if they’re so mad why don’t they give me space?
I must escape my problems; run like a race
Open the door; I sprint, get lost… “What is this place?”

My name’s John, I’m depressed and suicidal.

This sadness is held over me, it feels so dark.
Like sharks, blades, like teeth, pinch flesh and spark.
Shadows pinch, scared screams like haunted parks.
Grab a broken bottle of beer and start to mark

My name’s John, I’m stuck in purgatory

I’ve been drunk too long; I wasted my life
Endless strife, I failed my kids and my wife
Suicide was my option so I gripped the knife
My name’s John, and that’s the story of my life

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