Forgetful

My face buried into my hands,
The scene replays in my head,
Over and over like a scratched DVD.

I look up from my palms,
A bottle of rubbing alcohol sits in front of me.
I take it into my shaking hands and twirl the cap.

I bring the rim to my lips and tilt back.
A burning sensation travels down my throat,
Letting me know when I'm finished I will be dead.
Death is the only escape for me.

If you don't remember,
Did it ever happen?
To bad I can't forget.