nausea

It's screaming cold.
I'm sinking,
lower
and lower -
The glass reminds me of ice.
When I come to,
turn me over,
remind me of the trouble
I have caused.

With too many
you can feel the water
rising,
each time you take a sip.
You can't smoke -
can't digest it.
Each distraction's a sudden interest,
an unfamiliar friend -
I plead to her,
don't go away.

You give me strength.
You give me hope.
I keep going...
twirlin' you around my little finger.

You never let me hit bottom.
One day I'll die unknowing.