Alcoholic(poem18)

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I'm not an alcoholic
Well not exactly
I enjoy drinking
The pain it takes, that's just a bonus

The others are the bottle is easier to hide
The bitter liquid burns my throat but never leaves a mark

Alcohol is my new form of self harm
An alternative that never leaves a scar
A bitter wave of peace as the cold liquid floods through my body

The feeling of peace knowing my life is shortened by every sip, every bottle equals a year less of suffering for me.

As I feel myself slip into a coma
I smile knowing
I'll finally be free of every harmful word ever said to me

I'm not harming myself
But I am
The bottle is the blade
The liquid is the blood
The burn is the hidden mark

2:28Am
26th November 2023
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