About Face

For months in a pointless wallow, many moments I found it hard to swallow. The only thing I could down was whiskey my actions were nothing but risky. Keeping myself insane to ease the pain of self destruction, going through the motions I could not even function. Spawning hate towards the one I at one time truly loved, anger, sadness and despair in the pit of my soul shoved. It's been a wild ride of highs and low's, giving myself emotional blow's. To the point of no return I've been there twice, my existence there was no price. But now for some reason time has stopped, time to pick up my life where it was dropped. An about face that I don't want to do again, leaving me not knowing where to begin.