Darkest Days
You will be unaware of my darkest days
I spent years pretending everything was ok
You didn’t marry Mum, you married the bottle
Beers, Wine & Spirits, all made you waffle nonsense
Speaking of, did you ever have a guilty conscience
Our pocket money would slowly disappear
It was too scary for us to interfere
Imagine living your childhood on eggshells
Anyway, we were taught not to dwell
I question why god chose you as his culprit
and why, as a family we picked
Whilst one of us was claimed by the disease
The rest of us just aimed to please
Here we are, still standing today
Continuing to have some of my darkest days
Thank you for taking the time to share your words. You are not alone.
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Take care.
Your words are very relatable and deeply felt. Thank you for sharing them. Nacoa is a safe space to share these feelings and if you needed to talk to someone please reach out to the helpline where there is someone to listen.