My Scars Exposed #wattys2018

Bottle Of Vodka And Broken Glass

**Author's Note**

Hey, guys. I finally decided that I'd post poetry. All my own. Some of them are prettttyyy old. But bear with me, loves, you won't regret it. Ima start with an old favorite of my friends, it's called 'Bottle of Vodka And Broken Glass,' and I wrote it in 8th grade. I really like it, so I thought I'd post it. So yeah. Read on.

Bye guys!**

I have no where to go,

I'm running from my past.

This vodka's burning my throat,

My skin's been cut open by broken glass.

All I feel is sorrow,

Tears and blood, spilling all around.

I don't want to think about tomorrow,

So I'll chug another bottle down.

When the sun comes up,

I'll be gone like the wind.

I never wanna wake up,

When can this end?

I'll take another sip,

Of this Vodka again,

I'll let it burn my lips,

like the glass that burns my skin.

I'm hoping that it's my last night,

This pain just keeps getting stronger.

I'll give my wrists another slice,

Hoping I don't have much longer.

I know I've got nothing left,

So this is goodbye.

This vodka, this broken glass, brought me to my death,

So please don't cry.

Just move on,

It's not like you cared.

Now that I'm gone,

Just remember the 'love' we shared....