Life a gone

heart,
on floor.

alcohol,
down throte.

blade,
across wrist.

stomic contese,
in toylet.

tears,
down face.

trying to hold it together,
intill can't any more.

my heart on the floor,
the alcohol in my blood streem,
the blood on my wrist,
the bile taste in my mouth,
the wetness under my eyes,
all tell a story.

heart ache,
heart brake,
love that lost.

what's left of the life i once knew?