I never asked for any of this.
Never asked for the sleepless nights, the tough mornings.
Never asked for the isolation, the loneliness.
I never gave up on myself to be bitter.
To be fearful.
Where has the time gone?
It goes quickly when your hiding.
The times I told you I’d be there for you. I meant them.
But now those are just faint words in the distance.
Echoing behind me, reminding me of the past that hurts more than the present.
Remembering the moments I stayed strong.
But now? Now I am as weak as an infant.
Holding on to myself, crawling to places because I just don’t have the energy anymore.
My friend, the bottle.
My hiding spot, my home.
Made the mistake of letting you go…