HOPE IN A BOTTLE

The last drop hit his tongue,
Another one is empty…
He is feeling self pity,
While he drowns himself in misery
His eyes are bloodshot red,
He can’t shake the pain in his head,
As he sits on his bedroom floor,
With his back against the edge of his bed
He’s wishing everyday his nightmare will end
Feeling so alone in the world,
The empty bottles are his only friends
He thinks the bottles will ease the pain,
So he turns to the bottles for help over and over again
But the bottles are not one bit helpful,
He knows it will leave him more miserable
But he still can’t help but to swallow,
It’s a never ending cycle because he will do it all again tomorrow,
Till his room is filled with bottles that are hollow
Like his friends he is also empty inside,
Tears once fell from his eyes
But not anymore
His emotions are numb,
He looks in the mirror doesn’t even recognize his own face,
Feeling ashamed of what he has become
He will fight this emotional battle
But he will not win trying to find it at the bottom of a bottle…

by JNYCE
posted on 05/13/2008