A Lake of Pain

A lake filled with joy but surrounded by pain caught in a unorganized just over broke we just watched each other go down the rabbit hole We put in overtime and the freedom was to much so our minds were up for grabs every bottle we counted as we down it and are induvial pain slipped away at least until the start of a new day The lake filled with bottles the pain became hard to sallow the bottles started to float to the top the habit had to stop I got a new job and changed a lot and pulled my mind out of that compromising spot