text | passed out

i dont like this person as they crawl into bed. both hands shaking, eyes falling, head to heavy to lift. no one appreciates losing. too many times i've tried to understand. all thats left gets repeated over and over in my mind. just what was i thinking. i dont like this person as they can barely recall their own name. where did you spend those woken hours, how long before they put you down for sleep. i remember forgeting. i took my shoes off sometime early morning. just what was i thinking. what space was i residing in.