TEARS AND AN EMPTY BOTTLE

Spilling my heart on the carpet of your brain, hoping to leave a stain. Memories of pain, like a picture, stuck in a frame. All that's left are tears and an empty bottle of shame. I lay on a cold floor, drunken and insane. Thinking if die, it will take away the pain. I wake up in the hospital, guilt flooding my brain. I'm afraid I may die or go permanently insane. The devil is here, and he's looking to stay. I walk into a room, shaken and afraid. I sit down upfront, bow my head, and pray. I ask for serenity and to get through the day. I look up in the room, so helpless and afraid. I then utter the words that changed my life to this day." I'm Josh, and I'm an alcoholic."