The poisonous secret every alcooholic carries within is our topic today. I hope you enjoy it! Check it out:
The secret consumes you, and you waste away as if afflicted with an incurable autoimmune disease. Trapped within yourself, in the tragedy of what your life has become.
You torture yourself for irreparable mistakes and unforgivable lies, sentenced by the agony of an existence worse than null.
Putrefied.
Skin melting, burned by the fiery flames of seven-day candles made with wicks of judgment and wax of punishment as if there were no mercy left in the world. Detained within the cells of your skeleton, desperate to still exist and have to eat, drink, and sleep. Praying under your breath and whispering between words to be taken away from here.
Disappearing.
Turning to dust by choice to rid yourself of the responsibilities that assassinate your soul. As if destined to live in another body than your own to learn the hardest lesson of resilience and suffering. The bitter smile and false words that everything is fine and under control.
Inside, your inner child weeps the saddest cry ever known. Intoxicated to numb, forget, and breathe for a few minutes.
Mute to avoid speaking. Abandoned because change seems impossible. Cast aside on the floor of a world that – apparently – didn’t let you choose.
There must be other ways.