Falling Over
I fall over,
might be overdosing,
doping out,
reaching for one more,
unable to fall asleep.
Head diving down for another bag,
wanting another life,
telling myself it’s all fine,
wanting one more,
just one more to forget,
not wanting to be me.
The voices can’t be true,
they all lie,
and I can no longer believe in love.
Face down chasing the next satisfaction,
for this addiction,
falling,
landing on the floor,
crawling to reach the next bottle,
wanting to end it all.