I have a confession to make: <br />I haven't been sober in seventeen days, <br />It’s not a thing that I can explain, <br />It’s just a thing that eliminates pain. <br />It may not be right to wither away, <br />But sunshine defeats me and I can’t stand rain. <br />So the world that’s inside me <br />Is the best kind of grey. <br />I can’t say this to her in words so I’ll say it in verse, <br />I know that right now we’re both at our worst, <br />But tomorrow just might be a brighter day. <br />Perhaps I won’t need a bottle to ease my pain. <br />Maybe you won’t feel like you need to right that letter to me. <br />And maybe for once, we’ll both be able to breathe.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-have-a-confession-to-make/
