Sometimes my mind goes where my body cannot, only when you reach the bottom of bottles will you understand my thoughts. Poème...It means poem in French. My first poem, a poem on alcoholism. Seven in the morning. Hungover as can be.
He wasn't sure why his father left him behind. 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. Sometimes I drink my feelings away I've come to the heartbreaking realization that I no longer want to give anymore of myself to you, at this time. I gave all I got.
My struggle with alcoholism. Olivia has a secret.
A secret that is defining.
She doesn't want it to be, but something like this, it stains the soul.
After losing both her parents at the tender age of eighteen, Olivia Pearson has... When silence is deafening, the world is painted with sound. The first part of a longer saga; a depiction of the onset of alcoholism. A poem about growing up in a verbally abusive home. If you grew up with someone who had an addiction, like being alcoholic, you might relate to this.