Foreword:~~ The drink culture here in England is nothing like it anywhere else in the world, pubs on every corner, every other shop sells alcohol. Part of the English culture is to have a drink after work, a drink over the weekend, a bottle of wine with your meal. People don't meet around friends houses for a chat, don't discuss their lifes on the phone, they discuss everything down the local pub over a pint. Alcohol is accessible everywhere. This has produced a culture of social drinkers and the problems that comes with it.
However when things go wrong in peoples lives here in England, the first thing that happens is they ‘have a drink' For a time this can be a short term problem, but for others, the escapism and the addictive pull of ‘the drink' becomes too strong and they are stuck in that horrible place, called ‘ Addiction'. My job as a drugs and alcohol social worker Is to try and lead people out of that 'place', and with tools and skills available to me, rebuild their lives again.
I have so many people referred to me; I spend a lot of my time assessing them to see; if at all, what help they can receive from our team. In order to help them, I need to know their story, and I'd say about 7 times out of 10 of these assessments; the day they turned to drink was when their hearts were broken. For some the pain of that shattering of trust, love, and the feeling of utter betrayal is so overpowering, their drinking becomes problematic. The following is a true story but just one of many I hear every single day. No wonder I come on to poetrypoem whilst at work to escape the madness of the real world to the madness of the poetry world (sometimes I don't know what's worse ..lol..) ~~
~~ Stories From A Broken Heart ~~
Matt, you know what it's like
Growing up in England on a Friday night
Yeah, I used to drink every now again
But that was way back when
Now? It's 3-5 cans of Super T..
Daily, for 6yrs! Now look at me
6yrs of drowning my broken heart!
I can't stop. But I can start..
Drinking, I mean, drinking..
I want to numb the feeling
But I don't know how to stop?
I drink every last drop
I just can't stop thinking..
Of the pain of her cheating!
Married for 3yrs! I've 2 kids to
They live with her now; Matthew
I live in a bed-sit
I was cheated on and yet I get hit?
She lives with my boys and this guy
And everyday I ask why?
I was a successful man once
Now I'm just one of those C***s
Staines on my jeans
A broken man with broken dreams
I caught her with my best mate Mark
F***ing in the pub car park
In the car I bought for her birthday
"I love you" she used to say;
I trusted her Matt. I trusted him!
And what's it got me? Nothing!!
So I went in the pub that day
And stayed there all day
I hated the taste of my own sick
But all I thought was; ‘F*** It!"
I came back 2 days later
To a letter….
"Sorry, I love him, bye"
I was too hurt to cry
She took the kids to his
I didn't even get a goodbye kiss
She divorced me
And took every single penny!
Everything gone, everything!!
So yeah; I started drinking
Anything I could get hold of
Beer, whiskey, cider, Smirnoff
My friends left me, my family to
Ended up begging down Waterloo
6yrs on and I still the feel same
She doesn't even see my pain
She sees a drunk; a fool
A man who once had it all
And now has only a can of cider
I F***ing hate her!
Angry? Damn right I am
I'm a broken man
She tells my kids lies about me
Some twisted f***ed up story
So, you ask why I started drinking?
Why I'm here pleading?
For rehab…..
I want back the life I had!
I want and deserve a new start;
I don't want this story of a broken heart!
