Empty Bottles

It's a good thing I've had my writings to turn to in my greatest times of need... otherwise, I'm sure I would have found more bottles with something in them.

She stares at the bottles
Lined up against the wall
And wishes with all her might
That just one of them were full.
She thinks of her life,
And dreams of her death.
She holds up a knife,
And lights a cigarette.
She knows she won't do it
She's never had the nerve
To finally end her misery
And take what she deserves.
She works for next to nothing,
Can barely pay her debts.
She has to get drugged up
Just to get a bit of rest.
She only craves relief
From the pain she's going through
But with only empty bottles
What else can she do?

~Caroline Ballowe