Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Empty Bottles (Drown)

Poetry By: Coralie

I don't know what to do anymore.

Submitted:Dec 19, 2013    Reads: 31    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

I'm cracking.

My outer shell, my wall to the world, is tumbling down and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

Every reprieve I once had is gone. My havens, invaded. My trusted friends now become spiteful spies, trying to watch me fall.

Okay, I say, just let me fool myself.

A trick or two to ease the pain shouldn't be that bad.

But any intoxicating attempt gives no relief;

Even my own self refuses to accept this liquid that burns in the back of my throat.

The only thing that seems warm at all right now.

Sitting alone, I wait for it to take effect.

So I can clink my empty glasses and cans of coke and



| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list


About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.