An empty bottle rolls across the floor
Her hand dangles off the side of the bed
The bed is wet,
soaked with her own fluid
The smell is awful
Her eyes are darkened
I am invisible to her,
We all are
She sleeps
It is 2 in the afternoon
She is naked and stripped of her dignity
She feels nothing anymore
The alcohol takes it all away
Yet it adds and adds
She is hurting
She wants to die
That's what the note said
We see the pill bottle empty
It lays beside her pillow
He skin is turning blue
she is cold, like ice
She is in a forever sleep
She hid from her past
She wore a mask to hide from herself
The masks was alcohol
But now it is all stripped away
She is pure
She lays naked in the form she came
She looks peaceful now
I only wish she knew
I wish she could have forgiven herself
I wish she could have got the help she needed
Instead of letting alcohol be her remedy
Alcohol was the cure
And it was the death
This is our biggest fear
She is...
An aunt
A daughter
A friend
A loved one
We love you so much
Please get help
Before this becomes your reality
Author notes
My aunt is addicted to alcohol. She lives in her past mistakes. She takes pills and is very suicidal. I really hope one day this poem doesn't become reality.
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Comments
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oh sweetie.
this is so very raw and poignant, it almost makes me want to reach thru the screen and hug you tight, and tell you "there is hope"
very well done, thank you for entering, bearing your soul, and best of luck
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It scares me because I am so much like my aunt in many ways. Alcohol isn't my masks but i have many others. Writing this poem made me realize that i am headed on a path all to similar to the path she has taken...Idk how to get off of it
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