Bottle Of Alcohol....

Sometimes I wonder, that some of my friends have it all. All that someone can ever want in life. Ears that would listen, when they have to crib about life. Numbers that they can dial, when walls close in. Hands that they can clutch, when in dispair. Contagious smiles, that would seem to work always. Eyes, that would speak of their own pain; shared in its own way. And then I look at myself. Probably I don’t have right people for friends. Or probably I am just stuck in a wrong world.
It’s not; not being loved, that hurts me; but instead it’s not being loved anymore; that kills me. Every time, I feel like letting myself out in open, all I can do is; think of people whom I can call and talk to; just to realize there is no-one. Absolutely no-one. I look back and see how I lost all my close friends, I feel anguish and hatred spawning and accumulating inside. And it’s so…intense.
I want to get stoned once again and lie embracing my daze hours. Often the feeling is stronger than my resistance itself. Yet, I have given in only twice in last 5 months. I won’t let myself go off the cliff so easy. Keep hanging in there, me..

I am just another Bottle of alcohol,
existing to drown someone’s pain.
Ostentating myself, up in vanity,
I would sublime the insane from sane.
Dressed in frigid dress of ice,
longing to see myself, run down the veins.
Incoherent truth, blabbered in impulse,
breaking guilt free, of it’s eternal chains.
Finally am Abandoned empty bottle of alcohol,
smashed to ground, into million tiny bits.
As now I am just a piece of curved glass,
which twist the reality, into a shiny glitz.
Killing reason and mind, while I lived my life,
now I’ll exists to bruise the barefoot flock.
Step on me, to bleed and limp once again,
while I leave you staggered and unable to walk.

It’s not you, who would finish me, It’s me who would eat you away slowly! [evil grin…]