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