The Bottom of a Bottle

A Bottle of Wine my only friend now,
I cry over my lost of passion,
all I can think about is you,
you and how I loved you,
loved you but never got it back,
a bottle of whiskey joins this sad party,
to only to throw me into a drunken rage,
I collapse shivering and reach for my buddy the vodka,
he tries to help me forget you,
but only intensifies my tears,
the emotion in me burns,
my tears wash my face clean,
but no matter what the liquor only makes me want you more,
what can I do?
why do I drink to forget?
why can't you see whats been here all this time?
instead I am forced to place my problems at the bottom of a bottle,
and drop them in an ocean of lost love,
they found me days later,
the doctors said I died of alcohol poisoning,
but you know I died of a broken heart...