Bottom of the bottle
Bottle of liquor in hand, bottle to lips
Way gone but still going
Problems? What problems? That don’t matter to me
Bottle in hand, bottle to lips
Music taking me places, I am in a daze
My own world, My own damn rules
Bottle in hand, bottle to lips
I feel numb, nothing can touch me
Stress? What stress? Yeah, I do not care
Bottle in hand, bottle to lips
Wondering should I stop, should I care
But I do not want to feel anything, or see anything
Bottle in hand, bottle to lips
Life what fucking life? Forget all battles
To drunk to notice anything
Damn is my life at the bottom of this bottle in my hand
Should I continue to put it to my lips
Bottle in hand, bottle to lips
Drunk and gone, gone, gone gone, gone
Damn this bottle in my hand, damn the bottom of this bottle….
Thank you for reading!
***Just a Poem!!!***
Just Write 
“Damn this bottle in my hand, damn the bottom of this bottle….”
That flashed a whole lotta meaning in my head…thank you!
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It’s just a post of a poem, but life can be like that.
I come across many people in my field that use the bottle deal with depression and anxiety.
I always say it’s more than one day at a time to deal with stressors of life. It’s more like each moment and each step at a time.
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