My bottle is a vacuum,
Sucks in all your negativity.
It's  converted to my depression.
The depression is sometimes there ,
Telling me to flirt with Mr.Cut ,
Or to pet Mr.Knife.
I don't mind as long as I save you.
Talk to me.
Let my bottle vacuum your thoughts ,
You feelings.
I'm not telling you to stop ,
I'm telling you to talk to me.
It'll be your dairy.
Your bible of thoughts ,
Feelings ,
Sins.
Talk to me.
I can handle it ,
Just don't over flow me.