Blackout.

I wasn't upset,
if I was I forgot..
The state I was in reflects substances bought.

Rewinding my day to make all things alright,
and piecing together my being.

This constant black blur that prefaces falls,
makes decisions I make seem like nothing at all.

It's a never ending fate that is beyond no return,
and at some point I think you should stop me.

Hours, they quickly float by in my mind,
and then days will go past and they're no where to find.

I'm constantly missing many parts of my life,
and it's beginning to become now my standard.

Someday from now I may wish something else,
perhaps I may want to know how I felt..
or maybe I'll say that it wasn't enough...
and I would do it all over,

with no changes.