Cry

A bottle of vodka in hand,

Sitting on the bedroom floor and

Staring at the space before me,

Thankful that they're letting me be.

The silence was somehow calming,

My bottle almost has nothing

And all I want is to forget

But I'm not ready for that yet. 

So I grab the bottle of rum,

Too desperate to feel so numb,

I could hear the sound of the rain

Hoping that it would keep me sane. 

It's like the room started to spin

As I gripped the bottle of gin, 

And I might be losing my mind

From all that I can't leave behind. 

I pull out my bottle of pills

There's something inside me that kills,

Nothing a little dose can't fix

Place it between my cracking lips. 

I look around and it all blurs,

Nobody knows nobody cares

So I lay on the floor's coldness,

Let myself be wrapped in darkness.