Devastation
He ended it
There was someone new
Pain
He told her to pack her things
Abandoned
Like a piece of garbage
Shelter
She found in the arms of strangers
At the bottom of a bottle
Perfect
That's what he called her
Now nothing but a mess
One drink
Turns to another
She tries to drown the pain
But its never enough
Men
They come and go
Her bed is never empty long
Filthy
Whore
Disaster
Everyday she passed the mirrors they screamed
Shattered
Blood and glass cover her floor
Mixing with empty bottles
And the stench of last night's mistake
No more mirrors to mock her
Memories
Smashed to pieces
To remember is to hurt
Falling
Over and over again
She swears this time's the last
Until she passes a man who looks her way
And she invites him into her bed
To fill the hole he left in her
Bottles pile up
Days mix together
There is no such thing as time
Only alcohol and sex
Both so meaningless
Both all she has
Relazation
Comes unexpectedly
While drowning her pain in her favourite mistake
A bottle drops
Crashes to the floor
Awakened
She rises and walks away
Promises
I'll make it today
Sobriety
Awaits