Vino Poem by Britt Veloso

Science and medicine prove I'm perfectly fine
I pretend they're right drinking more wine
People tell me their secrets and pain
I have my own I try to hide, like a twisted game
Sometimes I slip and spill my mental state
I wake up with regret and wipe that slate
Mending torn friendships is out of the question
The tears I shed are like emotions ingested
I fantasize that someone will save me
There's no future for me, I'm god damn crazy
The wine slides down to the grains of my soul and erases
My demons and evils it attempts to cleanse and it chases
Through a forest of my mind, it's about god damn time
I need it all to dissipate, I'll try to be good, just take me on a date