BOTTLES

Do you think I like doing this?

Holding a bottle in my hand every night

 Thinking about my problems

All I can do is cry

A tear drop turns into a waterfall

 Just when I pick myself up something brings me back down

Everything is slowly cracking

My life is like a mirror

Everything that happens to me is one crack

Then another, then another, then another.

But no one understands they just all leave me and call me an alchy

But no one stops to think why

 I'm angry

Angry at the world for bullying me

 Angry at my son for not loving me

Angry at my husband for leaving me

Angry at myself for being this way

 And angry at those damn bottles

Mocking me.

Chanting at me  to take a swig.

Then I do it.

But they keep persisting until I do more and more

Until I'm lying in a pit of empty bottles with my head all fuzzy and my words all slurry

I can't think straight.

Questions, questions, so many questions but not a chance to answer

So they all leave me..

In that lonely room..

With my only friend..

 The bottles.