.Empty.

The bottle weighed me down like a brick in a baby’s hand. I was afraid and the world was cold. Escape was my new favorite attempt to forget, even if just for a while. He stared at me with judgmental eyes of disapproval. My knees hit the floor and suddenly I was no longer in control of my emotions. Tears fell down my soft cheeks and my heart was laden with pain. Regret should be a dominant feeling, however, there is nothing to regret when life is no longer of any substance or value to you. I reached out to him, but his eyes kicked me down beneath my pride. He walked away and my world fell even lower. I picked up the bottle again and faded away into oblivion. Without him, life has even less of a point.