You did me wrong, bottle
I need to be strong
Was I, who chased you?
That bitter taste into my veins
These feelings can't last
my whole life long
Can they?
Someday I'll be free
Free of you, what you have made of me
I cannot forever dwell
In this hideous place, this personal hell
Where i have landed
with no light in sight.
I shouldn't seek salvation
from the bottle of pain
It's poison that runs through my veins
Makes it feel as things will be ok,
Until the next morning
when your strength has run away
The next bottle on the shelf
keeps calling my name.
Drink this, and you will be ok
After the pain that you caused
Someday I will be free
I won't be a slave to my feelings
that hold me in place
Can't be stuck in this rabbit hole
I'm trying to make my way out
In need to see the light
Knowing that even without you,
it will be alright.
End this fight, this plight
Without you...
Gotta jet, then things will be alright
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