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She sits in the middle of her bed, blinds drawn, tear stained eyes as she holds the bottle to her lips. She drinks and takes the poison inside of her, feeling as it numbs her from the inside out. Relief, yet only temporary relaxes her, her grip loosening around the neck of the bottle, tears subsiding as she cant even think anymore, no thoughts coming to her as she swims in the pool of alcohol, floating, sinking, drowning beneath the surface. She slips into a false reality, a reality where everything is ok, no jolts of pain, no tears of sadness, a sense of belonging. Holds the bottle to her lips again, draining it of its life, or is it hers that’s being drained? Empty, the bottle is, no more liquid solution to answer her cries. Pathetically saddened that theres none left she lets her self slip into a drunk induced slumber.
Waking up, she stumbles, head aching, confusion drawls on her face as she trys to remember, everything is in a haze, looks down to the floor and sees the bottle. Realization, true reality. She didn’t drink all that did I? she asks herself. That’s when it comes back to her, everything she tried to drown to get rid of. The pool is low and now everything is resurfacing, gladly claiming its rightful place inside of her. Nothing has changed since last night, the pain, the tears, the sense of worthlessness is back and stronger then before.
She has an angel though, well a friend, but that’s what friends are, angels without wings right?
He loves her so. Confronts her of her problem, she denies. Mad that he would accuse her of doing
What she really did. She cant see it. Not at first anyways, but as more tears fall, everything isn’t as hazy now. The fog is being cleared and she can start to see again. She has a problem, and she needs help. She knows she’ll be fine now, she has her angels, her friends.
[[[[ This is about me I guess, I just wrote it. My bestfriend confronted me abotu drinking when I get depressed and such and how I have a problem. And hes right, everytime I get down I think about drinking and if I can I will. Anyways I am going to get help, but any quotes about saying thanks to my friend for loving me enough to confront me, even though I got bitchy,and how I want to stop and im going to get help, im glad to have a friend like you?anything??
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