Bottle

You have no idea how hard it is

to stay away from that bottle

Just sitting there

Waiting for me to give in

The bottle sitting in the bathroom

The bottle filled with all my worries

That could disappear in seconds

That bottle could be my escape

The one to end all my pain

But that would be selfish

If I think about my pain

What could it possibly be like

to lose a daughter

A sister

A friend

Whatever pain I would be taking away

Would just fall onto all of the people around me

That bottle

That one bottle

Could be the one to break me

That bottle

On the counter

In the bathroom

Waiting