As these tears drip down my face,

I realize I am weak.

The bottle calls my name as

I take a gulp with shame.

I wake up on the cold floor.

I am the only one i can blame.

Show me your scars and I'll show you mine,

They say everything heals with time,

But I may never be fine.

I will never be free...I am weak

This bottle imprisons me.

One day this prison shall become my tomb.

By then it will be too late.

All for the comforting numb in the bottle of a bottle.

Rip my heart from my chest and

Watch me bleed, Maybe now I can finally rest.

 
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