Half empty bottle and a cigarette
I slur my words, my legs unable to go forward
Body swaying from side to side
I start to shout throwing my hands about
Hitting and kicking throwing everything
I pass out on the floor, and awake within an hour
I grab another bottle and drink some more
My body caving as I destroy it with the deadly poison
I fall asleep with a bottle in my hand
I wake up to grab a bottle in my hand
I am conforming to how you are
My body struggling to cope with the pressure
My heart longing to be loved
My mind praying it will be noticed
I conform to how you all are
A bottle when I wake and another after
More and more until I fall to the floor
I am like all of you now, so I must fit in?
I slur and shout and give abuse
I fight and swear to get more money for another bottle
My body throwing itself at you with violence and hate
because I want another bottle
I have conformed to how you are
I am just like you so I must fit in?
No matter how on edge I am
No matter how lonely I become
No matter how much my mind tortures me to become like you
So I have someone there who wants me around
I will never open up that bottle that destroyed my childhood
I would rather live a lonely life on the edge every day
Waiting for you to notice I am part of your family as well.
About the Creator
Author Billiejo Priestley
Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.
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