Bittersweet Alcohol (edit)

by CânnâBîsh   May 25, 2018



There's a girl who drinks,
bitter sweet alcohol .
Years have passed,
bottle by another bottle .

She wants it all to stop,
but she just can't resist .
Drunk; She'd rather sleep,
than find courage to slit her wrist .

With nights full of pain,
and days full of tears .
To everyone else its another day,
but to her its been every year .

You'd think she'd want to stop,
but yet she doesn't try,
she hates playing games,
and just wants to run and hide .

Its story after story,
Laugh after laugh .
Heartache after headache,
bottle by another bottle .

Her friends can see her hurting,
So they try to take the pain away.
But she wakes up with a smile,
Like its just another day .

The odor of alcohol lingers through her clothes,
So she attempts to cover it up enough..
Only her desire for this poison grows,
She wasn't able to straighten up.

When she thinks the pain has started to fade,
Her hopes are cut short because nothing has changed .

Her friends were all worried,
Her parents a shame..
The devil had swallowed her,
She had black in her veins.

She let herself go,
She gained all this weight..
She would sleep with a bottle,
Alcohol right at hand.

She destroyed everything around her,
It's not what she'd planned.
She had dreams and goals too,
Until she met this man.

Who said he loved her like no other ,
So naive, for his word she fell..
Little did she know,
She was entering a different hell.

She found out he was cheating,
Secretly had an online dating profile..
To think he could have been something,
She gave back up on love.

Once again, she started back drinking..
Thinking she's drowning her demons,
Waking up to realize she's only released them..

A prisoner again,
She'll never be free..
She longs to adventure,
Regain her mind.

Bittersweet alcohol..

Turning innocence into lies.
Taking souls out of kids,
To feel somewhat alive.

Feeding off negative
thoughts..

One shot to many,
Mind drifting off..

Now you want to be sober,
The pills are all gone..

She calls out to God,
But His line was busy..

So she starts crying..

Not able to walk.

She can't reach her phone,
She can't even talk.

The memories just haunt her,
She counts all her flaws.

The clock is still ticking,
No turning back time.

Laying there helpless,
Like finally, she's dying..

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  • 5 years ago

    by Alice

    If this is anything to do with you or a loved one, there is always hope. We all feel trapped in some way, but there are ways out other than unconsciousness, destruction and death. Escaping the trap is a common human mission, one that we all must take. This poem is long, and sad, but the reason you wrote this (if it is about you), is due to a drive for creation. You do not only have a death drive inside of you; you are capable of creation and goodness as well, just as Demeter was the goddess of famine, yet also of bounty.

    • 5 years ago

      by CânnâBîsh

      Some was about me, some I let the pen take over. Super old write from years ago but edited.. ALOT. Lol. Thank you for your kinds words.