Recovery
The bottle offered freedom,
The kind I couldn't find,
With any method I had ever tried.
Freedom of the mind.
The ability to open up,
Like my soul was busting free,
My mind didn't focus on the negative thoughts,
That were always plaguing me.
Emotions I could never touch
Just burst into the light.
As I sat there with my liquid key,
Concealed by the night.
At first, there was no fallout.
But then, my health took a downward slide.
And with it, went my sense of self.
A loss, I felt I desperately had to hide.
So I switched to something stronger,
But the outcome, wasn't the same.
And the need to hide how lost I was,
Became my own cruel mental game.
Embarrassment soon followed,
Then Anger reared it's ugly head.
As I slowly lost control of everything.
I even wished that I was dead.
Rock bottom wasn't pretty.
And was not a place I wanted to be.
But I finally forgave myself for being broken,
And am now able to working on re-building me.
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