The dog wants to go to bed.
I'm too lost in my head.
Shadow boxing my old fights.
Blind to my own downward spiral
That lead me here tonight,
My hurt leading the way.
I invited it to stay.
We don't talk.
Awkward,
Looking at my phone or the wall.
Too hurt to forgive,
Too lost in the dark.
Not too many chances,
Drowning in my own sadness.
Scared of things I can't see.
Picking a scab that won't heal.
Sleeping late,
Finding it hard to have a reason to get up.
I'm my own worse enemy
But I don't give up.
There is more to life,
Got to be.
Soothe someone
And use my hurt as their therapy.
Another drink isn't the remedy.

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