Love, Alcohol, and Childhood trauma

Love, Alcohol, and Childhood trauma

A Poem by Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini

My heart weighs heavy
tipping this scale so far
until I hit the ground
so unsure if it's the alcohol
or these feelings
that keep me so far down
I just want to breathe 
and I want to hold you
but I don't know what that means
I compartmentalize my feelings so much
all tucked sweetly away in the empty crawl spaces
until I look in the mirror and don't know who I see
I want to feel something
anything but this sadness leaking out
of all the holes in all the closed doors
my mind is a maze without a  map
even though I've created it myself
I still don't know the ceilings from the floors

How can I look at your face and not hear her words?
"just stop hurting people" she says
Trust me baby all I do is try
I try so hard to not leave scars on these beautiful souls
my instinct is to help the broken
though as soon as I'm ready to leave they're 

Babe I promise that I see you
I haven't known you long but that's never been the issue
the problem is that I can't see myself
I'll feel this love for someone one minute 
and the next I could ice them out for days at a time
left to wonder if it's actually me or just the liquor off the shelf

I don't believe in god but I'm praying now
begging someone to help salvage this broken soul
yet I'm still surrounded by silence
In this life you have to save yourself
but we all need help sometimes
and too much pressure leads to self-directed violence

I'm trying so hard
I just want to be okay
I just want to be free
Then I get nights like these
choking on this random sadness
left to question if this life is really for me
But I'm trying
and I'm growing
and this will pass one day
I just hope until then
you love me enough
to want to stay.

© 2023 Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini


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Morgan - Nice handle...

For some this has been an "interesting" year - in the full sense of that ancient curse. Without "knowing" the backstory it is easy to assume the types of mental acuity that lead to depression, anxiety, PTSD and other labels so casually assigned to others by others. Recognizing our own weaknesses takes effort. I found your views and style worth the hearing. The flow was a little "broken" - likely a transcription error. The site software has been known to drop a line and to add characters in place of what was intended - upon pressing the Publish tab. I suggest to all new authors that they review the posts after they publish them... and edit as necessary.

Nice "hearing" you.

Posted 3 Years Ago


very painful very tragic but very true about love and the alcohol and wanting her lover to stay

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Added on September 14, 2019
Last Updated on June 15, 2023
Tags: Mental Health, BPD, poem, poems, monolouges, monolouge, inner monolouge, mental illness, feelings, emotions, life, free verse poem, sad, sadness, empty, emptiness

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Morgan|Intelligent|witty|gemini
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My names Morgan, I'm 26 years old. I have a pretty cool cat and a witty personality. I tend to have a lot of emotions and feelings that I don't always understand or that I understand all to well, eith.. more..

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