All The Same Poem by The Drunk Tiger

It stings my lips as I take a swig,
the burns take away my pain when it goes across my shoulder.
The choking sensation that I feel wishing for death,
being forgotten after every cut.
feeling so numb and what I felt fades away,
the burden won't be there in due time.
What I see becomes faded, Just can't wait for it all to go away.
The rarity of feeling this is not a common thing,
feeling alone and dark to the world.
From blades to burns to drowning...
It all feels the same, the taring of your soul screaming to stop.
How can you?