Teenager Bottled

I hope you’re reading this now.

I erased all paths to your door,

Forgot conversations and wallowed.

I followed your wishes
And counted to ten.

I counted to twenty
And then back again.

None of it worked
And now I’m here
In this bottle,

I drunk all its contents
And wrote this note
With my tears.

Every thought wished
Is alive in this headache

And my heart isn’t broken
It’s just sick of my mouth.

4 Responses to “Teenager Bottled”

  1. Painful, raw. I love those last lines, devastatingly beautiful

  2. russianbilly Says:

    nice work -i love you man!

  3. Heavy still

  4. Dennis Carter Says:

    In pain there is so much wit. Pain can easily make you laugh.

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