Contrast's

I never wake up, Like a "Normie" man, With a bright day waiting, With a positive Plan! In the morning's, I'm puking, I'm dirty as hell.., Crawling out of my bag... I never feel well! Remembering a life.., Which once was mine..., When I was hopefull.., When life...seemed fine!Bright day's...beckoned.., They were just ahead... But...my past would haunt me..., Alway's fresh in my head! I tried to stuff it... Just to shove it away! But...my shame, it lingered.., It had it's own way! I lost my family... I lost that good life, The Bottle...it beckoned.., With The Promise...within.., "I'll kill those memorie's.., With me...you'll win" Now..Hope is gone.., I never feel well..., I'm just...existing.., In my version of hell!