Bad Night

Im sitting on my bed,
wrapped tight in the covers,
clutching my bottle of hope.

Thinking of the days
when everything wasnt spinning
around in my head,
so out of control.

I cant focus on the good,
nothing i do seems to work,
The image of him with her

The memories starts to blur
as I close my eyes,
Tears collide with that bottle
As they crash to the floor.