Just one more sip.
That's what i tell myself.
Just one more glass.
I pull the bottle from the shelf.

The clatter of ice against glass.
Such a familiar sound.
The thick smell as i unscrew the cap.
The fate to which I'm bound.

No longer caring.
Feeling alive no more.
No longer living.
I continue to pour.

The burn in the back of my throat.
A price I'm willing to pay.
The soothing sweet nectar.
This is what I live for each day.

Swallowing full.
The glass leaves an indention upon my lip.
So many stare.
But the intoxication continues to drip.

When I pulled out that glass.
I never thought it'd be my last.
Pulling out the bottle.
I look forward to my next blast.

But as i open the cupboard.
My hand starts to shake.
The glass falls.
Leaving shards in its wake.

And like the glass i fall.
Like the shards i shatter.
Collapsing to the ground.
Because no one thought i matter.