The Bottle

It could be 72 and sunny, but to me it'd still seem gray, so I get lost in a bottle, and my pain it fades away. I know it's temporary, alcohol induced bliss, but when my mind is faded, I don't think of who I miss. I know I have a problem, this much I know is true, but I sit at home, all alone, it helps me make it through. I wish I could be happy, when my head is clear, but when my minds not altered, I wish the end was here. They say time heals all wounds, I don't think that is right, I've been abandoned two years now, I still can't sleep at night. With all the loves I've lost, happiness can't be found, I mean my family left, my sister died, and I'm missing 80 pounds. I'm just an empty shell, of who I used to be, in just two years, all I've endured has been hell on earth to me.