The weight of the glass.
The transparency of the drink.
The liquid taste of mass.
The coldness, tickled pink.
Oh, how do I sip?
Sip and sip.
Losing my mind,
Like a long, lost trip.
The bottle is my fix.
It could be one or six.
Mom and dad cry.
Oh why, oh why?
Silent room.
Barely a peep.
First one stands up, says he can’t keep.
Trouble, defeat, failure, sadness.
Why can’t I control all the madness?
Life is slipping away so fast.
I need to find a way to make it last.
I board the plane,
Even when I do not feel sane.
Walking in to that cold white room
Writing that letter goodbye to alcohol was a monsoon.
Staring at the ceiling,
Unsure of my feeling.
There is no looking back.
It is time to stay intact.
Hopefully this will help, if I stay.
This is that day that got away.
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Kelli Scerbo is studying journalism with a business minor. She is passionate about fashion and writing. She currently writes for The Odyssey and is looking for other opportunities to get her work out there. She loves impacting others and making her voice heard through writing.