No more bottles.
No more bottles, I keep telling myself.
But I had so many, where did they all go?
No more bottles.
I'm so stupid, I shouldn't have kept filling them up one after another.
I'm so stupid!
That's fine I'll find more.
They told me to just empty them out and refill them!
But they don't deserve to see the real me!
No more bottles!
I need more, I am lost without them.
I need them, but I'm too scared to empty them.
Not only that I don't know how to empty them.
I'm just constantly trying to find out a way, but it just won't come out.
My face is held emotionless all the time, but I try hard to show but I can't.
AND I HAVE NO BOTTLES LEFT!!
What am I to do?
Please tell me.
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🥀Lil.Yeti🥀
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The Unknown Meaning
PoetryTbh I wrote these mostly during a dark time in my life and I was a lot younger like 14-15 years old, so most of it probably doesn't make sense. Props to those who gave it a chance! I probably will try to post more and hopefully they will be a little...
