Post Mortem

A bitter feeling woke me up this morning...it was the way i felt a day three months or six years ago....i cant quite remember. it was the day you came into my life and took the best out of me. today, i got out of bed felt dizzy nauseous yet nothing as ever been so clear to me. i was sick. i was missing something. MYSELF. i got out of bed, opened the door and ran out. i started running....and so i ran. ..im not sure if it was to try and escape your ghost or maybe to exit this horrible phantasmagoria of life....either way, the running was useless. so i ran faster and further. how could i? why did i? i sometimes feel like screaming and make you see just how i feel. how i am now. because after you abused me, i used....to forget....to make my life a little more numb so i could handle the pain. you can call me weak. you can call me foolish, but here i am sober and without a clue of who ive become. here it is, this page, NOT dedicated to you but more about how i found a new me after all of you.