My Baggage Mh
I loved her then as I love her now
But my mental health caused us to row.
As I sit here on the brink
I know it really was the drink.
My actions or the past I can not change
Somehow the loneliness no longer feels so strange.
I sometimes wonder what might have been
If only the true me she'd ever seen.
To stop the noise within my head
I drink and drink until its time for bed.
If it was only us two we might have the key
But its NOT and a dad I can never be.
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