The water is filling up and up and up
My poor bottle can't handle it
The water is seeping from the wounds I couldn't conceal
I can't let it spill
On the lid goes
The water is rising
Rising too fast for me
Rising too fast for my bottle
My poor damaged bottle
Submerged
...
Submerged in water I become
...
Hold your breath
Hold your breath or you'll choke
Hold your breathe or you'll drown
Hold your breath or you'll die
...
But my bottle can't handle it.
Higher
Higher and higher
The water rises higher
I can't handle it and neither can my bottle
My poor damaged bottle
. . .
Its beginning to crack
My bottle is cracking
The pressure
The pressure is breaking my bottle
My poor damaged bottle
The pressure hurts
It hurts
It hurts
...
It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts
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I t h u r t s s o m u c h
It hurts
It hurts me and my bottle
My poor damaged bottle
It really hurts.
Its broken.
My bottle
My poor damaged bottle
Its broken
It broke
I broke it
Its in pieces again
My poor damaged bottle
I broke my poor damaged bottle
...
My poor broken bottle
It's all my fault
I broke it
The water is all gone
My bottle
My broken bottle is all gone
But I'm still here.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust little segments of writing that I've written to vent I guess, my friends call them poems but I'm unsure of what they are to be honest. Just a warning some of the content written in here may cover some triggering topics, so if you are easily tri...
