Empty bottle

A time in my life a few years ago, no wonder why I drank my self stupid it was the only thing that held me together, i meow it's sad but that's how it was for me very hard.



Holding the neck of this empty bottle of whiskey again
looking through the clear glass and right through the other side
I don't care how long it's taking even though it already feels like its forever
It's 8:02am not feeling the best but I know that's it is not from the drink that I sat up all night drinking myself into oblivion
I might just crack open another bottle to see if it can take this pain away that I am in
It goes down smooth and quick too quick for my liking
the pain begins to ease even if it is only for a short while
drifting in and out, memories starting to fade
my head is spinning round and round again
No wonder I look through the empty glass
It's the only thing getting me through right now.