Problems In a Bottle

When life is coming at me full throttle Sometimes I think I should bury my problems in the bottle Empty the vodka out and then Cry in it But if I do that, eventually I'll die in it I come from a long line of addicts I saw heroin & alcohol ruin my mum, dad, sister and brother so I stay drug free Yet people still feel the need to judge me Because I'm bipolar and have a mind of madness Social services neglected me for 2 years knowing full well I was in an unsafe household They were forced to pay me compensation, now they probably wish they could tape my mouth closed Parents spent their money on alcohol so left me without food to eat They were too busy fighting to care that their baby would cry himself to sleep 27 foster families by age 11 I never knew love Age 14 my biological sperm donor died, and I didn't think of him too much It's hard to miss someone laying in dirt when they dragged you through mud Age 15,things got too much, So I picked up a blade, put it to my wrist and drew blood Got to see my mum six times a years She told me she wished I died instead of my dad Since then I've buried my head in my pad And rhymed my tears I'm unable to cry, so I have to shed them on paper Depression became my friend, anxiety became my neighbour Got told I'd be dead by 21, here I am at 25 I'm a success It makes me smile, knowing some will see I survived and be upset When life is coming at me full throttle Sometimes I feel like i should bury My pain in a bottle But instead I put all of my pain on a page I overcame all my obstacles and found better days