Shards

I take another long sip and the bottle is gone. I shatter it in a fit of rage. Why is my life so messed up?! What did I do wrong?! I shiver. It's cold and I forgot my jacket. I'm too drunk to care. I'm staring up at the sky cursing God. Then I see a shooting star. I squeeze my eyes shut around the tears. And I wish. I wish for a new life. I wish for a new family. I wish for a jacket.... I wish for a new bottle. Anything that will make me feel better. I open my eyes. Through my whiskey induced blur, I see the shards. It's late. I'm cold, drunk, and under age. I should probably go inside....