The Bottle

I got dressed one evening with a bunch of thoughts in my head
What in the world should I do I was getting very scared
I jumped in the car with the bat by my side
And on the run I went for juice and then off to get high

What should I do and how should I stop these feelings
The more I thought about it
The more I felt like drinking

You can’t imagine all that I am going through
Why I am screwed up in the head
And how therapy won’t do

Why I go to bed every night thinking the
Next morning they will find me dead
By some drug overdose
Or a gunshot to my head

Can you ever dream about what I am going to do?
About the women problems that I am going through
Or how my family can’t get to agreeing
Or all the school work that I have that has me
Up late at night screaming
Not to forget all the bills I have to pay
Tell me why on earth I should ever think that I should stay

Only thing to do now is get drunk by the hour
Hoping that I would fall asleep after I had a nice shower
Or get some ice and go in my room and meditate
And just hope that this night hurries and turns to a new day

But here I am on this road driving
With this bottle to my head without the juice
I already feel like dying
Thinking about who to call to tell them that I love them
But I am on my second 40 now this 151 is how I am living

All of a sudden it happened and then I felt like I had stop breathing
See my vision had gotten blurry and a strong tension I was feeling
As I grasped for breath with glass over my face
I had not seen the red light that I had passed by mistake
And this big truck came out and hit me
Flung me through the windshield like torpedo speeding

Family and friends flashed through my mind
And I couldn’t stop thinking
As my heart beat slower and my body grew weak
Who would have thought that it was time to go sleep
My neck had broken and all of my bones had cracked
If it weren’t for my car they could not identify me
For my face was so smashed
I didn’t mean to drink so much
But what was I to do
When you are in so much pain
There aren’t too many options for you

As I layed down in the road trying looking at my car ahead
I saw that brown bottle rolling past my head
Why did I do it did I really have to drink
But even if I did why didn’t I do it in moderation do you think?
As I glanced at the light a tear ran down my head
And at quarter to twelve I was pronounced DEAD..