An open bottle of vodka sits on my nightstand
Along with bottles of Xanax, Vicadin, and Morphine
I pick up the bottle of alcohol with six of each pill in my left hand
I was the pills down with the vodka waiting to feel the sting
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wow, this is a really good poem. Sometimes the only thing left to do is feel pain, and everything that is wrong to blame on yourself. I loved it.. -Mare