Sobriety

Location

Lips to the bottle

The liquid burns down your throat

Burns a hole in your stomach

 

The little girl accidently startles you

She didn’t mean to, she really didn’t,

As a bottle shatters against the wall

 

Your wife cleans up the shards, bleeding with every piece

She tries to piece the family back together

But it will never be perfect, cracks will always be seen

 

Your little girl feels unwanted, not good enough

She starves herself, makes herself bleed

Trying to feel alive, just for a little bit

 

Your words slice up her veins

Drunk words are sober thoughts

Drunk acts are sober intentions

 

Your little girl cries for you

She wants her daddy back

But the alcohol grip is just too right

 

Two shots in the cup, one down your throat

 

The clock chimes five to the world

But to you, the bottle chimes “drink me”

 

Two shots in the cup, one down your throat

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