The Red Bottle

The first time I saw that red bottle we was like Adam and Eve. The way I fill it up to drink it down keep my mind at ease hate having it empty my mind always temps me but if you was feeling the way I'm feeling then you know that drink helps me. They ask why do need it? ,why you want it so bad but my thoughts hunts me and I'm trying not to crack. If I didn't do the things I did I wouldn't crave it so bad. Hate having angry issues if I can't have it I get mad. That's why I spend my time writing theses poem only way I can set back until I see that red bottle and try to drink that. My friends told me stop thinking, it wouldn't hurt so bad. but vision what I'm thinking cause it replays all the time you probably change you mind in think that bottle’s just fine. So gone in live your life and I'm gonna live mine, but me and that red bottle gone be just fine until the end of time.