I couldn't focus
on anything.
I felt myself
go numb
and everything around me
was moving slowly
yet so fast
like a blur,
but in slow motion.
Maybe it was because
I was turning my head
too quickly
maybe I was dizzy
from spinning too much
but it also could have been
the amount of alcohol
I had consumed.
It wasn't enough
to make me completely drunk
but I wasn't sober,
that much I could tell.
The room was loud
and the music was loud
and everyone was too close
too hot
too
much
for
me
to
handle
but I pretended
that I was someone else
someone who didn't have
any problems to drink away
someone who had caring parents
someone who's sister
wasn't in a coma
someone who had friends
someone else entirely.
Pretending
was the only thing
keeping me going
even if it was
at some stupid
high school party.
It was keeping me breathing,
and I didn't care
that drinking was the solution.
The more I drank
the dizzier I got
until the walls
started closing in on me
and everyone around me
was pushing up against me
strangling me
and I couldn't breathe.
Damnit
the drinks
were supposed to help
not make it worse.
I found myself
pushing through the crowds
pushing past everyone
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Poetry-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...
