Each sip I take only brings more shame for me to gulp down my throat I sit and wonder If this is how my dad felt when he chose liquid gold over his wife and kids Is this how my mom felt when she chose poison in her veins over making sure her children graduate I finally understand As I sit here choosing blurred visions over every piece of myself That when you are this numb the disappointment doesnβt matter anymore
It doesnβt have to stay in the family. I need to be better.