Tomorrow

Tomorrow

The chatter is drowned out by the alcohol The numbness I seek is already prevalent without it but now I can’t stop wracked with guilt as I down quadruples in one promising myself tomorrow will be different but tomorrow never comes

Mark Lyth

25th Mar 2022

1–2 minutes

alcohol, bi-polar, bipolar, depression, help, hope, mental health, poetry, self-improvement

The chatter is drowned out by the alcohol
The numbness I seek is already
prevalent without it
but now I can't stop
wracked with guilt
as I down quadruples in one
promising myself tomorrow will be different
but tomorrow never comes