Alcohol...

It's strange how I have become kinda normal really, as both my Brothers have been to prison for crimes they committed whilst drunk,

My Parents have had issues with alcohol and drugs and even my Nan likes the occasional tipple with lunch,

With me, two vodkas would pack a punch.

Mental illness is present in most of us,

Bipolar, OCD, Depression,

Illnesses that lead to digression, but not much else.

I'm actually worried for my own mental health.

See, if I was to willingly walk into a shop and through my own choice, buy a bottle of vodka, where would it stop?

I think I'd lose myself as soon as I unscrewed that cap,

One swig, I'd be hooked and never be able to turn back.

The dark monster that seems to lurk behind the eyes of every family member, will slowly dismember every human that has ever taken advantage of me.

I would start with the man who took my soul,

I would then move onto the man who made my Mum this way.

I would ruin the lives of the men who took so many of my precious years away, trapped in dismay and never allowed me to put my own emotions on display.

Finally, I would seek revenge on every single person that has made me feel small,

Only then would I be able to grab life by the balls and say,

World, I am finally here and I'm not taking your crap anymore!

But I wouldn't do any of this really,

As I'd have the vodka bottle in one hand, a glass in the other and I'd be passed out on the floor.