happiness at the bottom of a bottle

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the heartbreak is and has been tearing me apart

I've started to move on but the feeling of her arms around my waist follows me for hours

the way her fingers intertwined with mine perfectly

the only escape i have is at the bottom of this bottle

a perfect way to forget my feelings

the pain becomes 10 times worse in the morning but there is little stopping me from doing these things to myself

the happiness at the bottom of this bottle

there is no permanent escape

I have a problem.

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