Sleep comes too easy for a bruised mind
I am the shattered shards you created
Because my former makeup was so brittle
That all it took was truth to topple it
The simple truth I kept running away from
Can no longer hide in late night shadows
I drank to either become my father or
To fill myself with the love he took away
But it never worked, so back to square one
You are not the broom to sweep me up and
Glue me back together into a better me
A changed me, new and improved, less drunk
And more in tune with why I hate to love
All the things that I love to hate
But your hand's motions are welcomed
The broom's bristles are my blackouts
Cumulative incidents of self-loathing
Held together with this new passion
To figure this riddle out before I kill it
Starting over is not running away, and
I can't address the source without getting out
Of this place, so riddled with my failures
That I wouldn't know success if it trounced me
Bad drunks never figure out how to get good
But they can whittle keys from spiteful wood
To open doors into a petrifying new way home