Little Bottles

by autumn marie staack
(chatsworth, CA)

Don't make the pain go
All they do is make it grow
I sat there
All alone
No one
Just myself
But I can stand it no longer
These little bottles supply only enough for me
Sefishness is what I guess I am
So just deal with the death of the old me
'Cause blackness swirls the air
I am choking on the smoke
And you know i hate to choke
But i guess you don't care
Thats why I stay up all night
These little bottles
These little bottles
They hurt me
Yet comfort the pain
They set off
These little bottles
Hit me
And it hurts the heart in my soul
These little bottles
Are mine

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