1:00am in the morning dark I take breath of vapor And a swig from a jar
I’m trying to escape But the glass is slippery It’s an upward incline Almost straight but curved just so Like a smirk as I tumble just bellow
The liquids like fire It Burns But I like it A crutch like so many before But an item Not a person So much more dependable. A item cannot leave you You must loose it Or leave it yourself
Looking at an almost empty bottle I cry out No tears come But ripples crack the surface as I shake I used to cry But misery scared Left tears behind.
Pain claws through vocal chords To strained to speak I will not cry I will not wail Speaking scares people away brings pain. The loss in broken rings. As the sun rises peaking behind Tinted mountains I smile Red ribbons tie a mask. I am optimistic I am happy I will be what is needed I will never again lose someone from sadness I Am Happy