At the Bottom of the Bottle

I woke up on the floor again. Face down in last night's mess.

Whiskey stains on the tablecloth. Bruises I don't wanna guess. Phone full of

people I pushed away. Messages I'll never send. I swear I

quit this poison, but the bottle feels like my only friend. Mirror shows a

stranger's face. Hollow eyes I barely know. Shaking hands and a heavy heart.

Drowning in the undertow. I don't drink 'cause I'm thirsty. I drink 'cause

I'm broken inside. And every time I say I'll stop. I find another

place to hide. At the bottom of the bottle. I lose myself again.