Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Hello all. Back from my latest disappearing act. Just a little combination of things I've been working on.
This is a story about how I am feeling with an impossible decision I am facing.
That moment when you look around and realize you might've gotten out of a traumatic situation but it's followed you through who you've let surround you
please don't hate me, friend. But Whiskey and Monster isn't just for drunk infantrymen.
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.
TW: abuse
Growing up poor in a room that stinks of ash and beer.
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
the heat coming from our bodies the cold coming from our souls
Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts.
Hello all. Back from my latest disappearing act. Just a little combination of things I've been working on.
This is a story about how I am feeling with an impossible decision I am facing.
That moment when you look around and realize you might've gotten out of a traumatic situation but it's followed you through who you've let surround you
please don't hate me, friend. But Whiskey and Monster isn't just for drunk infantrymen.
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.
TW: abuse
Growing up poor in a room that stinks of ash and beer.
A story of living waking up drunk and sick something meaningless and repetitive
the heat coming from our bodies the cold coming from our souls