165. The Morning After Poem by Jaden Knight

Open my eyes and I'm lying on the floor
exactly where I left me
face down in a pool of my own tears

What the hell happened here
what did I do to be like this
my head hurts and vision is not right
know that I have to get out of here
but I can't move
my legs rebel against my commands

No idea how long I was out for
raise my head to see the time
2: 10 am according to the clock
But can't be sure if it is accurate

Finally able to look around and find the cause
an empty bottle of vodka is by my head
staring at me unblinking
and yet not threatening
trying to feign its innocence
as if it does not know the damage it caused

Going to try to sleep this off
drink plenty of water before I crash
maybe I should thank the bottle
for not killing me this time