Lost Myself To A Bottle Poem by Carmen loves

She lost herself
in the bottle she drown
drown in gin lost all sense of direction
Who is this girl that I look upon in the mirror
where have I gone
take the blade, place it to my neck
feel the cold razor send chills down my spine
with a deep breath I slit
I bleed, a great pain
but no greater then the pain of regret
hoping the blood washes away everything
As my life ends slowly
I realize that this feeling is no different
I have always been dead
my soul has left me
is this inescapable?
when will I be relieved?
and with mind body and heart at rest
my soul lingers screaming to the heavens
asking for forgiveness for the light she has lost
if only your soul could die.