Another Empty Bottle

Twisted and broken.
Beaten and Bruised.
She took to the bottle.
Nothing she could do.
But cry every once in a while.
She lies to everyone around her.
She dies inside when no ones watching.
Sick of losing this pitiful game.
She takes another pill in hopes that it would kill all her demons.
But they just scream louder, "YOU DESERVE THIS"
She cries and screams against her pillow.
Clawing and scratching at the place where her heart should. be
So hallow.
“God, Give me a chance”.
She begs and she pleads.
“One chance that's I'll need.”
But her prayers remain unanswered.
Pain is all she sees.
“If you loved me why would you put me here.”
She screams.
“I'm sick of the pain.
Sick of the hurt.”
It's not worth it.
She takes two more pills.
Nothing.
She’s drowning her demons but they’ve grown gills
She swallows another pill.
One after the other.
Reality begins to untether.
She’s slowly slipping away.
Todays the day .
No more Tears
No more fears
Just another empty bottle.