The Hurt Feels Like Murder
Today, I woke up feeling horrible. Not hungover, just horrible. Like I had woken from an awful dream. I don't quite know why. Well, I know part of the reasons, but I thought I put those things behind me. In any case I'm keeping drinking during the week to a minimum. Actually, every morning for the past couple of weeks I've felt like shit. And during the day I don't feel much better. Tomorrow shows no promise of being different either. I know all the things that have happened were meant to happen, and I accepted them and learned from them, but I feel like I'm back tracking.
Thoughts of me once possibly being a father, thoughts of me once being a lover, thoughts of me once finding happiness that didn't come from a bottle. All seemingly coming into my head from out of nowhere. I need to get out of this place.
Thoughts of me once possibly being a father, thoughts of me once being a lover, thoughts of me once finding happiness that didn't come from a bottle. All seemingly coming into my head from out of nowhere. I need to get out of this place.