-Humanity Shines-

[11] - Bottles

I sit in a room with a million bottles,
And then give some to others.
Though other friends stray, so I'll use one so we don't fade away.
Another person needs it,
Another ten more on the go,
Most take the bottle,
Others drop it to the floor.
And when the bottle falls, it breaks and leaves me sore.

So I give away a bottle, but this time they need more, so I grasp at the drops left, leaving me with no more.

I'm tired and can't take it, I don't have none left; but when I got to ask for some, there are none there and that's it.

So I'll build myself back up, learn to love myself again.

I'll be surrounded by millions of bottles, and maybe bottles will be left.