Get high, get dressed, laugh, act like her, then tumble into bed and do it all over again.

Everybody has a big fucking smile on their face. Everybody falls asleep as soon as their head hits the pillow. Me? I lay there like a corpse in a casket and think for a while. The high is gone. I don’t have to put on an act anymore. I’m alone again. Like always. I should just close my eyes and count sheep right? Wrong. Because I look to my left and see the bottle, half empty like my heart. And it tastes so bitter like my restless soul. Only then can I close my eyes and let the poison numb the pain. It’ll take me out for a few hours. I’ll wake up feeling like shit, then reach for the joint rolled perfectly on the dresser like it was waiting for me. Get high, get dressed, laugh, act like her, then tumble into bed and do it all over again.