Passed out pain


As I sit in the alley, the street light

   shines down on broken glass

like a scene from a movie

   And your words still hauntingly play through

my head so i won't forget

   And i go to reach for the

bottle to nurse those old war wounds

   and i pull out the box of my

old and broken dreams, like toys, when i thought

    we'd get married and maybe have kids, eventually.

But the bottle is gone, and

the wounds burst until I realize

that the moisture isn't my blood but

my tears as i mourn

and reminisce how you told me

you never loved me

anyways and i wonder what her name is

as i see twenty empty bottles and i

then pass out

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Mario inspired along with Matchbox20

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