alcohol
the addictive substance that many turn to during times of sadness and joy.
shot after shot
burning as it slides down but somehow there's comfort in said burn
the substance that seemed to have stolen my parents all those years ago
changing them into unrecognizable monsters,
scarring their children beyond
explainable.
yet the same substance that destroyed me
through those around me,
seems to be the same substance i crave,
craving that burn
and loss in cognitive skills.
yet every time those around me
reach for that bottle,
it is one of the biggest triggers.
strange that even though it only does harm,
it's all that i keep craving.
but i guess, that's all i've been taught..
to drown it all away,
with that terribly addictive substance.
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