Deep down I have a collection
I have a dozen bottles in it
Certain ones I keep in its own section
When it look through it takes a bit

Certain ones look so enticing
They pull me in certain ways
Some sweeter than cakes icing
Others bring on a familiar haze

In the back are the ones to avoid
Sadness, misery, and much more
The feelings of sitting in the void
And thoughts of who I’m living for

Don’t dare try and open one
If it opens they all explode
After that, what’s done is done
And my emotions take quite a load

I gather it all up once more
I’m used to it by now
Yet it still leaves me hurt and sore
Days like these I wonder how

My collection is so big
Maybe because I lock them away
I’d rather smoke this cig
What’s the harm of keeping it all in anyway