Blade, Bottle, And Bowl

Escape is found
In a variety of muses;
Music, art, words...
And mine is none of the three

Mine are a bottle, a bowl, and blade.
When I can't sleep
I contact my therapist, Blade
Who hurts me with each word
I'll bleed
But he can't see it

I can't control the world around me
Bottle makes me realize
Why do I need I control myself
So he loosens my mind
And lets me have fun
But treats me rudely when I wake
What a headache.

Bowl is a friend with few benefits
He made me lose everything important to me
He's my relationship
I bring my mouth to him and I suck
The smoke brings me up
High.
I'm free of mind
The earth can't hold me back.
But when he's gone
I'm back to earth
Everything is worse

I'm my own pain
My escapes are my prison
Everything would stop
But I just can't drop
My worst best friends
Blade, Bottle, and Bowl.

-----DISCLAIMER-----------
This is an old poem I wrote, and I'm happy to say, I'm three years free of my worst demons, Blade, Bottle, and Bowl.