Emptied Bottles

Another bout of unconsciousness, disguised as a nighttime’s sleep; Another day of broken promises that she knows she cannot keep; Another shot to cure the loneliness inside her long, tormented soul; Another bottle drank to emptiness with destruction as its final goal. With words slurred and visions blurred, denial leads the race; With emptied bottles stashed underneath the trash, in attempts to hide a trace; With lives destroyed widening the void that the alcohol is meant to fill; With relationships lost as too high a cost for not admitting that she is ill. Empty bottles lead to empty hopes in an empty future with empty eyes; She no longer is the beautiful girl that we all once recognized; Instead of finding help for this illness dealt, people just judge and criticize; This empty bottle I hold makes the story I’ve told, something with which I can empathize. Another bout of unconsciousness, disguised as a nighttime’s sleep; I drift off into a blackness where the empty bottles make me weep.