Just One More...

Just one more, one more serve.

Maybe with my belly full,

I won’t notice the hole in my soul.

To ease this ache,

To take the edge off your tongue.

Your words cut like a knife,

They tear me down,

Rip me apart.

Just one more, one more drink,

To help me keep it in.

I dare not show it.

You can’t see the damage you do.

Words so simple, yet so harsh.

Without thought you cut deep.

Without care you twist the knife,

Deep into my back,

Where you think I can’t see,

Or hear what you’ve done.

Just one more, one more shot.

As I lie here in the crisp white bed.

Sick again, illness has struck me down.

Yet, still I am rejected,

Forever unworthy.

As the physical pain heals,

I’m left with emotional agony.

Just one more, one more brick.

In the wall I build to surround me,

Maybe if I can make it high enough,

I can block out the pain,

Can focus on what I have,

Accept that it’s enough.