I tip the bottle to my lips
I stare at the picture on the bed
I say I will only take a couple sips
Its like they shot my veins with lead
My heart is aching
My life is breaking
I wrote the letter
With every quote
I just wish they would come
I through the bottle to the floor
I take the match from beside the door
I strike a spark
The flames spread throughout the room
I take another sip
As I glance at that picture
And walk out the door
