Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Am I addicted because I'm sad, sad because I'm addicted, or addicted to sad?
A simple poem about an alcoholic struggng and coming to terms with his self hate.
If you grew up with someone who had an addiction, like being alcoholic, you might relate to this.
When silence is deafening, the world is painted with sound.
A poem about growing up in a verbally abusive home.
The first part of a longer saga; a depiction of the onset of alcoholism.
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Am I addicted because I'm sad, sad because I'm addicted, or addicted to sad?
A simple poem about an alcoholic struggng and coming to terms with his self hate.
If you grew up with someone who had an addiction, like being alcoholic, you might relate to this.
When silence is deafening, the world is painted with sound.
A poem about growing up in a verbally abusive home.
The first part of a longer saga; a depiction of the onset of alcoholism.