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A Drink a Day

Keeps the demons at bay.

By Miss MariahPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I've never been that girl

Or at least I didn't used to be...

But lately it feels needed

Maybe it's some inner most feeling

That I've been suppressing

I'm really not too sure

Like a therapist once told me

I am a broken woman

Whatever that means

But I'm done opening up to people

Always hoping to catch a glimpse

Of some sort of understanding

Only to ever be left disappointed

Feeling more isolated by the attempt

I know it sounds all woe-is-me

"I'm so alone and misunderstood" *eyeroll*

But in all reality these walls seem a bit smaller everyday

And the people on the outside of them a bit more cruel

The person inside me a bit too uncertain

Some days its just a bit too much to swallow

So two shots of vodka mixed with whatever's in the fridge

Drink till it doesn't taste like shit anymore...

[Reality is easier to swallow with a chaser]

Thank you liquid crutch

For helping me avoid whatever "this" is

This too shall pass, right?

Or I'll explode

What's a healthy coping mechanism anyway

Cheers

sad poetry
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