That atrocious drink that makes people change after a while of dependency, you're never the same. It's hard to go without, you feel ashamed to be intoxicated daily, officially a slave You enjoy the cold liquid, going down your throat. Reality slowly fading, you believe you're still afloat but literal poison, is sinking your boat. Everyday's a blur, you're becoming a ghost. You realize it a problem, but now its too late something with no pulse, is controlling your fate. But you're not alone, theres others who relate they can help you to a new path, one that straight Its difficult to drop something you love but no love comes back, so why do you shove the people close to you away? they don't mean to judge they just want to see you better than you've become.
Poetry Written By Jacob Armendariz 