Conscious

It hasn't always been this way. There was a time when I was happy.

How did I let myself slip away?
It didn't have to be like this.

I can still hear them,
they cry
and fight
and plead.
I should have stopped this.

I have changed.
I'm not like this,
I don't know her,
this isn't me.
this ISN'T ME...
Who am I?
What have I done?

Laying in this room I don't know.
These people I don't understand.
The floor is cold.
And bare.
And dark.

I'm not like this.
How did I let it get this bad?