Do you notice a rose?

This stomach hurts,A whole bottle does that,It gets fat then shrinks,A withered baseball bat,Once covered in blood,That’s a lie it was many,Twice beaten and bruised,That’s a lie that feels empty,A bottle without whisky,Comforting the rich,It is but a nightcap,For some there is a switch,Others have fits,Dieing on empty roads,Pedestrians on the pavement,Eye those empty souls,They do nothing,All blind I suppose,Empathetic psychopaths,Who would notice a wilted rose,But not an angel in tattered clothes,I bleed when I drink,Nobody knows.