I’ve come from a world of hurt,
And I’ve risen myself from the dirt,
But I live with constant bad memories,
And my mind likes to remind me,
Remind me of my pain,
And it’s driving me slightly insane,
I just can’t escape that place,
Hence why most nights I get shit faced,
Each night she goes to sleep,
My memories start to creep,
I start to feel all numb,
As I pour myself a double rum,
My mind does nothing but think,
Hence why I do nothing but drink,
I sit there and I sob,
Thinking of the life my mind has robbed,
I could have been someone I say,
Until I slur them words away,
My wife says she will never stop loving me,
But I’m convinced she’s just waiting to leave,
My wife just wants her husband to hold,
But instead my side of the bed gets cold,
I’m a drinker’s, drinker’s son,
And my soul just wants to run,
I’ve searched for years for answers I will never find,
I’m stuck in a corner, uptight and unable to unwind,
I laugh and I smile all throughout the day,
But the mask gets taken off when I’m on my own and locked away,
I’m too scared to end my days,
Well, I am now anyway,
I try to forget everything, as I pour myself another,
I guess some of us in life are just meant to suffer.

Wrote on 18/05/2019