Glass Bottle

There’s not a message at the bottom of this bottle and I couldn’t care less. I’ll keep drinking till the thoughts blur together and become one. Keep drinking till everything becomes numb and I can’t tell up from down. Tear me apart, break me in half, I could care less what you do. There’s no end result, I’m not looking to find myself among the glass, I’m just looking for something to ease the pain.

Don’t bother telling me everything is going to be okay, because I’m just not listening. I don’t care that I’m strong enough to get through this, I don’t want to get through this, I just want to wallow in misery. This bottle maybe the only real thing in my world right now.

And will I drink myself into ecstasy

Or find my problems lining the edge of the bottle

A mirror, so perfect at reflecting

Imperfection

Screaming at me, wounded as I may be

Every mistake I’ve made

Every regret I have

And will I drink myself in ecstasy

Or reword my lies to cover up more

Of my scars?

Cal upon something less

And you’ll find me in chains

Regretting

And will I drink myself in ecstasy

Or never wake up again

A release of potential

The only matter that can be destroyed

Will I drink myself into ecstasy or

Will I claw my way back home?