Just One More

I wait for that moment when the bottle first touches my lips and I start to relax with the first couple sips. And the more I drink, the better I feel. All the stress goes away, and nothing’s a big deal. Then when the bottles almost gone, I think “Just one more.” And with one last sip, I pass out on the floor. I spent a week’s worth of pay on that bottle of pills and I’m loving this feeling of not having to feel. My problems are gone now I took double the dose and my vision is blurred, but nobody knows. Then I get curious I think “Just one more” and pop one last pill, then pass out on the floor. I show up at the party ready to drink. They told me I shouldn’t. Who cares what they think? Shot after shot I feel a bit dazed and I'm drinking the most but who’s counting anyways? My friends say “enough” I say “Just one more.” And with one last drink, I pass out on the floor. They say I have a problem. What do they know? I can stop if I want. They didn't invite me to go. So here I am alone, bottle in hand sitting in the corner because I'm too drunk to stand. And now the bottle’s empty, the pills are all gone. I don't want to go to sleep; This feeling is wrong. Then I start to fade. I fight for just one more, then with one last breath, I die there on the floor.