The Bottle


Sip by sip, I forget the words

Said by who I love and don’t

It doesn’t matter

I don’t have to care.


Bottle by bottle, I drown away

The harsh looks I get

From the simpleton walking down the hall

To the person I find sitting alone at home.


Sip by sip, my words slur

Bottle by bottle, my thoughts blur

Into a jumbled mess

Of emotions more or less.


Slowly, I begin to reach there,

That peaceful and happy place

And everything gets easier to bear

Even a smile takes on my face


I’ll trade alcohol for a kiss.

My sober moments I will not miss

Who cares?

There’ll be no more nightmares.


Others say I live in full throttle

I’m just living by the bottle


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