Through the eyes of a child...now an adult

it all began when she decanted the bottle
Or was it her friend that had her cave in
 
Good intentions but fun overcomes
Rules are dissregarded sin an obsession
 
Feeling intensity a bliss that one would normally not see
Parched...sooo parched...contine drinking
 
Sight a blurr and body comfortable
Glad to be comforted by a friend and not an unknown person
 
A feeling of not that a friend would give
Start to push away, though feeling a better feeling
 
Mascara runs also the fun
"Can this really be happening....to me?"
 
Scream and all she hears are laughs
Voice is stammering as the attempts turn into gasps
 
Lying now alone happy that it's done
Will she ever be the same recover all the shame
 
Falls to the floor, as she realizes shedding even more tears
Suddenly wishing she could put the cork back