Stumble. stutter. break down my walls and see all this clutter.
baggage. burdens. weights tied to my feet as I sink.
Into my own bed. short of breathe. choking on the flume of this smoke.
It helps me cope. tremble. Dissemble. Dysfunctional despair.
I am just here to get my fix. But ill put off the repair.
sometimes we will settle for
sometimes we will settle for that small fix rather than repair. i know how you feel just a couple moments to escape that fact of the things you have to repair right?