The Bottle

 

 

 

In my bottle lies the key to happiness

At least I think….

I forgot somewhere down the road

Probably after my 5^th shot

I’m feeling good

In my bottle lies sex appeal

When swag becomes class

Or some misconstrued version of fashion

Maybe I drank too much, naw never that

Shit is straight

This bottle contains my life

Fragilely held together

But slowly falling apart

I’m no longer myself

Why do they hate me?

This bottle holds my family and friends

Captive

Searching for answers

While I make excuses

Life’s fucked up

I’ve become dependent on this false happiness

Slowly erasing what really matters

For a momentarily thrill

That’s slowly tearing my body apart

Destroying my mind

Altering friendships

Drawing me into a deeper depression

Where I slowly cut off things I once loved

I neglect the things that once mattered

Death slowly creeps into my life

Whispering into my ear

You’ll never beat me

Alas, I stop

I let the bottle fall from my hands

Never will I let something have that much power over me

Now real happiness slowly returns

Drop the bottle

 

Domestically Unstable

By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.

 

His temper rages

He is unaffected by the love show in your eyes

This hurt you’ve felt many times before

His words always spiteful, his eyes always cold

Where did your love go wrong?

That nice gentleman he use to be

His love use to sweep you off your feet

The love so passionate and true has with time turned sour

He hits you and the pain, isn’t just physical

You feel it deep in your heart

How could someone that claims to love you hit you like this?

When will it end?

You sleep with one eye open

For fear that you won’t see the light of day

Why do I stay you ask

His words brings you back

Promises of positive things and better days

It’s an offer you can’t refuse

His rage is random and uncontrollable

What did you do to deserve this?

The physical abuse is unbearable

You take it, because in your mind you have nowhere to go and no one to turn to

The mental abuse leaves you emotionally drained and cold to any regular feeling

His words cut like a knife

The things he says are beyond hurtful

In the public eye

It’s obvious the change in your heart

You attempt to hide your scars

Your friends give you knowing looks

You pretend to be happy around your family

Deep inside you know something has to be done, but your mind is a mass of confusion

You contemplate killing yourself, but what would it accomplish

Your mind turns to your family and friends

Your no longer in this world as your mind wanders

You have become accustomed to this

A slap brings you back to the reality of it all

Fight back

Get help

Get away

Before the blood flows

Before you’ve breathed your last breath

This isn’t love

This isn’t the end of the world

Feel my words

Feel real love

Feel affection

BREAK THE CYCLE