Apr 2018
Dear Alcohol,
I can remember it all like it's happening now. The flashbacks are so real. The wallpaper on the wall. The exact stuffed animals on my bed and their positions. The wet towel on the floor. My Tweety bird comforter all neat and clean. The smell of Mr. Bubbles that filled my room. I was held down. My small bones cracking. My innocence taken at just age 12.
You came to me. You whispered in my ear "Drink me in I will take away your pain. I will keep your secret. Take those pills and cut your arms. I will help you commit suicide."
I ended up in the hospital three times because of you. The third time I almost didn't come through. I woke three days later with tubes down my throat. My perfect voice that used to sing opera is no longer there.
You lied to me. You made things worse. I no longer need you. My secret is out. Don't come to me and tell me I am not free. My life I wasted on you. All you tried to do was **** me.
No longer yours to take,
Sunny
I can remember it all like it's happening now. The flashbacks are so real. The wallpaper on the wall. The exact stuffed animals on my bed and their positions. The wet towel on the floor. My Tweety bird comforter all neat and clean. The smell of Mr. Bubbles that filled my room. I was held down. My small bones cracking. My innocence taken at just age 12.
You came to me. You whispered in my ear "Drink me in I will take away your pain. I will keep your secret. Take those pills and cut your arms. I will help you commit suicide."
I ended up in the hospital three times because of you. The third time I almost didn't come through. I woke three days later with tubes down my throat. My perfect voice that used to sing opera is no longer there.
You lied to me. You made things worse. I no longer need you. My secret is out. Don't come to me and tell me I am not free. My life I wasted on you. All you tried to do was **** me.
No longer yours to take,
Sunny
I was molested from 4-12 that ended in a brutal ****. I pushed those memories in the back of my mind until they took over me 2 years ago. In rehab we were prompted to write a goodbye letter to our substance of choice and this was mine. I still have bad days where I want to die but not near as bad as it was.
