The Bottle

Calling me home to join in. Telling me it's okay. Soon it will be all gone empty n drained. No pain sorrow allowed. Alone in the dark by myself I sit. Hopless n lonely a broken heart. Mind numb, cares go away. Just to return next day, painful stong tearing me up. Bottle calls out again begging me to let it in. I invite my friend he takes my soul. Leaves me lost and on the ground. Slow form of suicide for me. I try to push away but always there. Monkey on my back laughing all the way. Dosen't care if I live or die. Just wants me to drink him dry. Found some friends who care and love. Given me the strength to break the bottle. Watch it hit the floor and shatter. Freeing my soul watching it come to life. Down the gutter it goes leaving me alone. To live for myself and not look behind. I have a lot to give and share. My life with the rest of the world. To some day find love, a friend and mate. Share my heart n soul. Grow old together never let go! Just to be happy n keep the bottle away!