Poetry

It's been a year
And the bottle still helps
The feeling of being alone
As if I were burning in hell
It almost gives me peace
To know that your free
But in truth it kills
I hope to do to you
Exactly what you did to me
When you can't stand
And fall to your knees
I'll stand by your side
And watch as you bleed
I hope your pain is real
And that you scream
And that your broken heart
Reminds you of me