At the emptiness of the bottle
As the bottle slowly empties.
As I drink my way through.
I think to myself.
God your a mess.
If only You could
Pull yourself together.
As I empty the bottle
I still feel the emptiness
Fell it deep inside.
Mabey if I drink for now.
I can have some feeling inside.
Maybe I cant
I feel nothing but pain.
As the emptiness of
the bottle shows
This Is how I feel
How I feel Inside.
So empty
So very empty
Indeed
Amy Kerswell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem