My Thoughts On Paper

Eighth Poem: Empty Bottle

(A/N WARNING this is one of the poems that are a bit dark. Slight mention of suicide and self-harming. Yet, this is one of my favorites. Enjoy~)

Take a pill

Three or four

Maybe Five

Here's to another empty bottle

Here's to another sacrifice

Here's to another life gone

To a pill

So evil

Walking into a drugstore

The lady looks at me

So pitiful

Back again?

She says

Another empty bottle

Another set of painkillers

My friends don't know

How many I take

Here's to another empty bottle

Here's to another sacrifice

Here's to another life gone

Here's to the people in pain

Here's some water

Or swallow it dry

As long as it takes

The pain away

So I will take another

And another

And another

Till it's just an empty bottle

Scars on my wrist still burn and itch

Take away the pain

Little pill

One day

Oh one day

They will be

The death of me

I wonder how long it will take

To reach the end of the bottle

Here's to the pain

Here's to the life we gave up

Here's to another pill

Here's to the money we wasted

To get wasted

Here's to another

Empty bottle