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,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem