Can't Be Fixed

I'm sorry, is all I can think,
as I hold the bottle to my lips,
drown my pain with one more drink,
when did everything begin to slip?

I hold the empty bottle in one hand, the other wipes my tears.
Both begin to shake, drinking away all my fears.

Can I hurt anymore people,
are my loved ones full of my pain?
I grab another bottle,
it can no longer keep me sane.

I take another swig, feeling the warmth run through me.
My life is a mess and that's all it will ever be.

End it, the bottle first,
the rest will come next,
I finish it, ending my thirst,
now, to end what can't be fixed.