Emptied Bottles
Another bout of unconsciousness, disguised as a nighttime’s sleep;
Another day of broken promises that she knows she cannot keep;
Another shot to cure the loneliness inside her long, tormented soul;
Another bottle drank to emptiness with destruction as its final goal.
With words slurred and visions blurred, denial leads the race;
With emptied bottles stashed underneath the trash, in attempts to hide a trace;
With lives destroyed widening the void that the alcohol is meant to fill;
With relationships lost as too high a cost for not admitting that she is ill.
Empty bottles lead to empty hopes in an empty future with empty eyes;
She no longer is the beautiful girl that we all once recognized;
Instead of finding help for this illness dealt, people just judge and criticize;
This empty bottle I hold makes the story I’ve told, something with which I can
empathize.
Another bout of unconsciousness, disguised as a nighttime’s sleep;
I drift off into a blackness where the empty bottles make me weep.
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