Hit the Bottle

An old one written four years ago on #Commaful.

---

I was once a fiend with a bottle of coke

Not the cola but the one you shoot and smoked

Angry at the world for what others had done to me

Never at fault and void of responsibility 

Until a supposed “expert” in his field 

Wrote me a script and told me to get it filled 

A bottle full of pills to make the pain go away

“To keep your emotions at bay take three a day” 

A temporary fix to keep myself numb 

That white collar dealer had me right under his thumb 

Three turned to four, four turned into more

Until that orange bottle was done

“There’s nothing I can do,” he snickered 

There’s a reason why he’s only a mere practitioner 

Just as the cap on my emotions began to spin 

I found a cheaper drug pusher 

And this one had heroin

She showed me the way for a quicker execution 

So on my summer vacation 

I became a human pincushion 

My bottle of emotions leaked from every hole 

Except the empty one inside 

Which took an even bigger toll

What was this empty bottle I was trying to fill?

What was I trying to mask with a script for pills?

What had become too much 

Had only started with a little 

All it took was a swig from a bigger bottle 

Before only a needle would gift me a thrill 

One lesson in life 

A tough pill I had to swallow 

No matter how hard you hit that bottle 

Your problems will still be there tomorrow