I'm a stitch away

.. from making it.

Drunk as hell, I wrote this in MS Word so it could make the text good.

Heard our song today.

Felt bad.

Heard it again.

Felt even worse.

Got drunk.

Got happy.

The misery around me made me think.

I'm a stitch away from making it.

And a scar away from falling apart.

I do not feel.

I drink.

"a while ago, when everything was fine"

I loved you. I really did. All the dreams, all the feelings, all the talking ..

Misery.

Alcohol.

My one and only.

I believed we could overcome the odds. To be my girl. To love me. No matter how.

To have my kids. To care and protect you for ever.

But you never wanted any of these.

You never really wanted a future.

You simply waited for the end, never fighting to make it go away.

Woke up.

Lost a headset thing.

Dreamed about being happy.

But not.

Would suicide make it better ?

He considered it.

Several times.

Took the knife.

But something stopped him.

What ?

He never knew.

Something.

He promised himself never to take his own life.

Still, nothing was good.

Everything went bad.

So bad.

He wanted to cut it loose.

For good.

He feared his unknown side.

What will happen ?

He needs someone to care for him.

All the girls he met after never really cared for him.

Or they were simply whores.

Why him ?

Why did alcohol stopped being his defense ?

Peace, all what he wanted.

He lost it.

I love you alcohol.

Even if it means dying before my time.

I lost all hope.

Dreams.

Me.

Numb.

Damn ..

I'm a stitch away