Gratitude, (for)

Could not count all the last times.
I swore that this was it.
So raise your glass to
those who forget you with their first
Came to, this morning
with a spinning in your head
Tried to wash it away but the emptiness stays
This is all that remains of you
A dead man walking
I won't try to fill your shoes
A spirit talking. I will never be like you.
Try to justify yourself.
I gave up long ago.