I open up my eyes. I take a look around. I do not recognize any of these people around me. What happened to my scars? What happened to her car? And why the fuck do I feel so sober? Is anybody listening? Is anybody here with me? Why is it so easy to breath again? To whom it may concern: I think I’ve done it again. I’ve pushed the boundaries of how far my luck will take me. Why can’t I just be happy, happy with thinking clearly for once in my life? To whom it may concern: I think I’ve done it again, pushing the loved ones, the people I call my family, to fade away like me. I rot away, searching for signs of a familiar face, or really anything at all. Just yesterday I was in your arms and we were finally together and happy. Now I’ve gone and thrown it all away. To whom it may concern: I think I’ve done it again. I’ve pushed the boundaries of how far my luck will take me. Why can’t I just be happy, happy with thinking clearly for once in my life? To whom it may concern: I think I’ve done it again, pushing the loved ones, the people I call my family, to fade away like me. It’s either hell or obscurity. Rotting dignity. Rotting away like the corpse that I’m supposed to be. I’m glad you know what it feels like living everyday like me. Rotting dignity. Rotting away like the corpse that I’m supposed to be. I miss the sound of your voice at night, and what we were supposed to be. I don’t want to be a ghost to you anymore. I don’t want to be the thought in the back of your mind. And I really can’t take the sight of your face, as you look at my name in a concrete line. I don’t want to see the pearly gates, because my heaven’s when you’re with me.
