✨thoughts✨

the bottles

I try to forget about you, but it always brings me back to the bottles.

I'm crying and sobbing over you, thinking about the bottles.

Why'd you leave me with these fucked up bottles?

Why am I still here without you?

Whether or not you were here. I'd still be stuck with these bottles.

My one bottle of alcohol and my two bottles of sleeping pills.

Alone their fun and all.

But mixed, they will help me get out of here.

And I'll be with you.

Finally.