Drunk Driver

Masochist
You are a masochist
And a drunkard

Swerving through life
You want to fight

The pain
The thirst
The hunger
The slumber

Your cup is almost empty

You whisper,

“Why is God torturing me?”

Only your words slur
Much like your virtue
You aren’t much different
Than the one who hurt you

She’s happy

You loved her already
But she found love

And you’ve been drunk ever since

You whisper,

“She’s just another bitch”

But you don’t mean that

And you won’t allow yourself to quit

So you keep looking for it
Because it makes you feel alive.
It’s killed you a dozen times
But somehow, you still survived

But you’re on the path to giving up

Drinking the whole way

You’re not sane.
Drunk off pain
Forgetting your name
Reminding the foolish girl who fell in love with you that,

“We are not the same.”

Then you crash.

And they ask

“Sir, just why were you driving drunk?”

You look up, red eyes filled with tears
And ready to burst

You whisper,

“I like the hurt”