Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Julia Mae May 2016
what do you do
when the person you love
chooses alcohol
over you?
Kelsey May Daly May 2016
In my youth, I came across an intoxicating friend
As quick as tiger, my friend emerged to my best
Never one without the other, permanently in my hand
My best friend guided me through life, momentarily erased the problems I had
My best friend unlocked my happiness, then allured it in a jar
Only to be released in vehemence, which mutated into truth
The truth haunted my family’s soul, I moaned secrets of antagonism never to be told
My mind went to war, my friend was getting old
but I was in too deep and couldn’t let go
I craved it’s company, the feeling it gave
But it lead me to destruction, depression and hate.
The people that cared, begged me to release
But it was out of grasp, out of my reach
Soon they let go, something I was ******* to
Now I was the one, shadowed by the truth.

As I tumbled down the lane, with a bottle in my hand
I was immune to pain, felt no blood in my veins.
Goose bumps replaced the ragged clothes that barely covered my skin
A ghost blurred my vision, but opened my eyes to sin
I only saw a jigsaw of contention, a forest of grief
Then I blacked out, my once best friend killed me.

I awoke in a daze, but new life set ablaze in my heart
The ghost floated away, and at last I saw the light
The shadows dropped and a refreshed beginning was in sight
The alcohol was no friend of mine, it stole my time to realize
I gazed at my friend, and softly smiled
This newfound enemy was condemned to die
With a smash of a bottle, a break of a heart
A splash of disease, a pool of blood
A life soon to be forgotten and a new life soon to be remembered.
About my dad
Clare Coffey May 2016
Why would I drink from a glass
When the bottle is just as good
One of those insane questions
Anyone would if they could

Why would I put the cork back
When there's something left to drink
Yeah I can take another
And I don't care what you think

Why would I have just the one
When two or three is better
It's not like I'm off the rails
Like some crazy jet setter

Why would I want to stop now
When the party has just begun
Hold on for a wild evening
I'm going to have me some fun

Why would I want to go on
When the fun is clearly over
I have left a trail of chaos
Everyone has run for cover

You look at me like I'm nuts
If only you could understand
It's all way out of control
Up there and no place to land

So please let me down gently
From this my jumping off place
I don't want to live like this
With tomorrows I can't face

I need to find an answer
Something to calm my mad head
Won't somebody come save me
Or I'm going to wind up dead
Maple Mathers May 2016
Regressing into happenstance
I grasped the Rabbit in my hand
One sip I took, upon a chance
Off the edge, into quicksand. . .

Blacking out on your front lawn
On the ground, where you could stand
Can’t remember dusk or dawn,
Sinking fast into quicksand.
Worth continuing?
ellie May 2016
I am drunk and I am in love,
could there be a worse combination?
Liquor in my throat and smoke in my lungs,
I wonder how I got to be this weak.
Is love a weakness, I ponder
Is love a thing to hide with shame?
I know I don't hide my love for you,
but how can I? Something this strong cannot be masked,
especially not when I am looking at the bottom of a bottle of cheap wine.
We're fighting, that's why I'm writing.
If things were okay, there would be no needs for these words strung out in sentences addressed to nobody in particular.
I've messed up and you're angry and I was drinking to feel better but now I'm too ******* drunk to know what I've done and it's a hilarious paradox that my substance of choice to drown the negativity is also the cause of further problems between myself and the epicentre of my happiness.
Does this make sense?
Will you ever read this?
I ponder: Do you realise how much I adore you? Will you ever realise it?
I hope we make up soon. I miss you.
i am drunk and i dont know what to do with myself because i am hopelessly in love and i am ruinin things as usual
When people ask why I drink, I say:
"I have struggled with the past;
I am struggling with the present;
Who are you to judge me?
You don't know me;
You don't know what I'm going through;
Who are you to judge me?"
What is this life,
That I am living?
So much goes on,
It goes by so fast.
I'm stressed and depressed,
So I drink.
I drink and I am numb.
I drink and the problems that once were there disappear.
Mia Kay James Mar 2016
Wasted
my life
to stay
wasted.
Only alcohol can numb the racing thoughts.
Next page