I want to stop
you crashing
before it all falls down,
but the one thing
I have learned
is sobriety has to be a choice.
At the bottom of the bottle,
I am sure there is a piece
of the person you used to be,
but why I thought I could find them,
more fool me!
Just put the bottle down - clearly a task too much to ask,
surely you realise how far you have dug yourself underground.
You still have possibilities to make this right before you become
the enemy in my nightmares, but time is rapidly running out.
But I guess you won't be seen swallowing your pride,
when you can swallow your poison instead,
whilst jealousy burns at the bottom of every bottle,
drowning in everything that you have around you,
if only you opened your sober eyes.
