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Black clouds slowly give way

Reality seeps in again

Dazed, shaken up, why do I always seem to wake up?

The awkward silence of morning

And the sun is back

More terrifying than my dreams

Trapped in the same place for another grueling day

My brains still soaked in booze and I’m every bit as miserable.

Blissfully I start to trail off…worry free til something else comes up.

Inevitably the feelings of dread come back

Eyelids grown heavy, Scratching til I see blood

Needling presence makes me forget everything I love

Gnawing at my sanity for countless time

Why did I have to wake up?

I can’t fucking bear it anymore

Wanting the world to collapse and destroy my body

So I won’t have to feel this way or think these thoughts ever again.