the bottle. -------------------------------------------
where you looking for the answers
at the bottom of the bottle again?
did you really think that the drink was your only friend
theirs too many times that i can count
were the bottle drank you up
then spit you right back out.
theres this line here that i can see
you crossed it to many times to count
each time you kill yourself
the bottle eats at your soul
taking more then you could know.
i wish that i could help you see
that like the bottle
your vanishing.
so long ago you seemed so vibrant
but now you lost your shine
just like the new bottle loses liquid.
stop and think about the smiles
and the tears
stop and think about me dear
but like another voice to drive you mad
you drink untill you have no past.
look around now cant you see
all that is left of me
nothing but a distant shadow
theres no room for me here
the bottles your bestfriend dear.
I like this poem. I loved the serious emotion, especially towards the end, and I liked your unique choice of words. Other then a few misspellings and some missing punctuation, the poem itself and its message are great. Keep up the good work!
Submission Name: the bottle.
