27/11/2022
CW: Substance abuse
The End was originally written back in 2013, shortly after the first time I cut ties with my sibling. Wrestling not only with the abuse I had endured at his hands but also a blossoming unhealthy relationship with alcohol of my own, not yet ready to seek therapeutic help for either, I took to one of the few healthy outlets I knew; writing.
PD: [Dark brown handwriting font on a light cream colored background. The title reads, “The End”. The first stanza reads, “The future gurgles and drowns, at the bottom of the bottle. The last shred of hope, unravels like a ratty sweater, as sorrows are washed away.” The second stanza continues, “Innocence hides in the corner, as Gluttony swallows your soul, stripping away your ambition, dreams swirling down the drain, with every gulp you take. Found hopeless, helpless, placed there by self-destruction, the hands that raised you, pull you out of the gutter, attempting to save the one they love.” The third stanza reads, “Over and over, you fall in, only to be pulled out again. Never correcting the behavior, but masking it more efficiently, until the hands don't reach down, but leave you at the wayside, surrendering to your constant attacks. Drowned in problems, caused by your actions, deserted by those who once cared, time runs out, and your end finds you, all alone.” It is signed with a hyphen followed by the username “LexBeOkay”. /End PD]
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