DEDICATED TO THE.AMETHYST.ALCHEMIST FOR HER BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Written on a whim while I was babysitting. Can you tell I've been reading too much Ellen Hopkins?
Disclaimer: I do not own FMA, but I do own my own stuff.
I have never considered myself
an alcoholic.
Or, at least,
I never considered it
to be a
bad
thing.
What could be so wrong
with something that only
dulls the pain,
silences the screams,
makes you forget
how
you
fell
so far?
The satisfying
pop of opening a bottle;
the stimulating
fizz as bubbles rise to the top,
the tempting release
that lay on the bottom,
one which could only be found
if you drank yourself
down,
down,
down.
to discover it.
The bitter taste of a beer
was better than the
after-taste of death.
Parents, teachers, always warn of
losing yourself
along the broken road of
bars
and
bottles.
But whoever said that
it was such a bad thing?
What happens when "self" is something
not worth keeping?
So if you throw yourself into the
d
o
w
n
w
a
r
d
spiral,
you can reach a place
where no one else can find you.
Not any
demons.
Not any
God.
Well, in case you couldn't tell, that was Roy's POV. Drop me a review, why don't cha?
AND ONCE AGAIN, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE.AMETHYST.ALCHEMIST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!