That night I punched the wardrobe
For everything that had happened
For everything that was out of my control
And I drank, slowly and without disguise
Every sip an exorcism attempt
And still, increasingly unbearable
Every drop that enters me
Every punch I take
Every soundless scream
take me a little further
My GPS broke
And as the saying goes
For those who are lost, all paths serve
Too exhausted to change direction
Too much of a coward to throw the car in the river
Don’t bother to ask
I will not answer the truth
After all, you ask why?
And don’t tell me it’s because you care
I’m tired of trying, there’s no point
I go where the path takes me
And that’s it