The watcher in the woods

It was a normal night. Well normal for how I was living then. In the grips of addiction and seemingly unable to bounce back from divorce. I had lost everything. My home, cars, possessions, and for the most part my family. Track marks inched their way up my arm to illustrate my piece of s**t story. Hopeless. A burden to the ones I love and lost cause to everyone. Voiceless. Alive or just breathing.