The Secret Confessions Of A High School Senior

Liquid courage is also liquid pain

Golden liquid in 
A clear, glass bottle
With a red, glass cap;
Holds so much power.

The powers are both
Good and bad.
It spills the things
You're normally too afraid to say
It says the things
You wouldn't say sober. 
It shows you
Another side of you,
Albeit it could be good
Or bad.

I twist off the cap
The sides hurting my hand.
It'll all be worth it 
Soon enough.

I take the cold bottle
Lift it to my lips and 
Let the cool, 
Dangerous liquid flow freely
Into my mouth.

Slowly I begin to lose
All my inhibitions;
I begin to let loose.

I turn to my friend
And open my mouth.
I tell him all the things
I'd be scared to say
Without liquid courage.

I begin to tell him about my baby
My cutting,
Anxiety,
Depression.

I feel something on my face.
I don't realize that I'm even
Crying.
Maybe this wasn't
Such a good idea.

Spilling all my secrets
Because of one drink?
I finish the bottle and
Open another one.
I don't care,
I'm too numb.
At this point,
I drink to tell my
Painful story,
To let go,
To feel something.