The Bottom

Why?
Why now?
I can see through the clear of the bottle.
I can see the very bottom.

The bottle was full a week ago, wasn't it?
I hadn't made this decision a week ago.
Maybe I did.
Maybe it was buried under denial.

Depression has driven me to this.
Never ending sadness has put me in this position.
Disappointment swallows me.
It's as though regret is drowning me.

Don't be worried.
It's not the bottle you think it is.
It's the one nobody thinks of.

Because the bottle's empty,
It means the pills are gone.
Like I wish I was.

-Z