Alcohol.

Sick to my stomach.
That's how I feel when you walk in, stumbling.
You trip over your words as often as you trip over your feet.
every word you says makes me cringe,
sick to my stomach,
each slur rolling your tongue.
Just being around you makes me hate myself.
Is this really worth it?
Making me cry, just for a stupid buzz?
You're a monster, and I hate it.
Don't talk to me, every word hurts.
I hate alcohol, it makes me hate you.