Fuck This

Standing outside my front door
trying to work the key.
Eventually let in by someone else's sympathy.
I wake up with no idea
of getting home...
Just a pocket full of free condoms
and the after effects of bad beer.

I am collapsing.
Vague memories of holding a microphone
and singing Jim Morrison again
don't really hold up when she says
'I'm leaving you'

I imagine my self
sat in the circle of men
and women -mainly men:
"My name's Jamie, and I'm an alcoholic,
I chose drink over everything
and now I have nothing."

I let my head fall in to my hands.
I am collapsing.