26 Ounces - September 1998

The bottle, his best friend an endless drink a bottomless mug when will it ever end? Tearing up our lives in and out of arguments no more to say I love you only empty feelings left to hide. I don't know who to blame myself or him... maybe even the bottle it puts both of us to shame. How can we go on with disrespect and loveless words lies and trustless deceit this love isn't right, it's wrong. I thought we were meant to be but what really ever is love is nonexistant now especially for me. When the bottle runs your life you lose the best you had your dignity and pride and down the road your wife. I wish you could understand ask for help and be a man I'll be there for you always for guidance and a hand.