Over Poem by Shannon Atherton

It seemed like a laugh, it was okay;
That was the first time I used it.
Now I turn against others -
I've started to abuse it.
I thought I could handle a few drinks,
But two turned to five and then ten.
One day I've drink myself into a grave -
Not a question of if, but when.

I know it's killing me slowly,
But I can't seem to make it stop;
I tried and failed a long time ago
When it started to get over the top.
Just one more, I'm telling myself,
The room starts spinning, and then
I pass out, my life is overe now -
There's one less disgrace to good men.