I Have A Confession To Make Poem by Mathew Lewis

I have a confession to make:
I haven't been sober in seventeen days,
It’s not a thing that I can explain,
It’s just a thing that eliminates pain.
It may not be right to wither away,
But sunshine defeats me and I can’t stand rain.
So the world that’s inside me
Is the best kind of grey.
I can’t say this to her in words so I’ll say it in verse,
I know that right now we’re both at our worst,
But tomorrow just might be a brighter day.
Perhaps I won’t need a bottle to ease my pain.
Maybe you won’t feel like you need to right that letter to me.
And maybe for once, we’ll both be able to breathe.