Coffee just wasnt EnoughA Poem by AAB88& I am not sure what was worse, the drinking or being sober. They both have side effects that kill my soul. I get so bored of walking such a straight line. I missed driving around on late nights, feeling out of control. I have recently found out that it was never the alcohol. My character defects continued even with out the vodka. I used rehab as a way to get out of the trouble I had created. I didn't use it to get sober, I used it to write another chapter in my book. I still ran my fingers through my hair.
I am still a womanizer. I am still in the same amount of pain I was before. But I craved the numbing feeling that it provided for me. © 2016 AAB88 |
StatsAuthorAAB88MEAboutAmanda. Lesbian. 28. Creative writer. Personal writer. Recovering Addict. more..Writing
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