Pills and Booze

Sometimes I talk to the voices n myhead,

Sometimes I'm entertained with the boys in my bed;

But othertimes I just relax with the pills and the booze.

Now everyone knows you never let me choose,

That doesn't stop your relentless abuse,

You don't bother to hide my arms when they bruise.

This poem is about: 
Me

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