Dear Sister

Dying to be just like them you forget who you really are. Swallowing up every lie that is poured into your glass. Intoxication has become fashionable to you. Your skeleton is breaking down within your corpse. Riding the merry-go-round of alcoholism. Getting dizzy as you go round and round. Spinning out of control. Dancing your pain and suffering away if only for a night. Costly your obsession has become. Mountain of debt too much to handle. Now you devour twice as much selling your soul with every drink you swallow. Shed tears by the end of the night. Thoughts and memories are disoriented.