The Bottle

A Poem by shawnt5604

this bottle's almost empty
feelings slowly sinking in
realizing I'm chasing a life
that I cannot win

still I wonder why
I am dead inside
only thing making me feel alive
anebreates the true me
that I hide

though tonight
the only difference
is the courage running through my blood
i still feel like
this might be the night

that I say I'm done

mind's already over the edge
tips of my fingers still holding on
as my subconscience taunts
the thoughts
so active in my mind
telling me this time
to ignore the signs
and let this artificial euphoria
mask my hysteria
not realizing the panic
refusing to accept that I'm manic
I drink

continuing on
as my ego flaunts
so easily with my veins so diluted
now seems the years enduring the abusing
are the reasons why I abuse myself
today