Laying in a bed full of great *** and bad memories,
I..
I wait to come down from the high of these drugs & poor decisions.
      But my head is so full of the ***, the bad memories, and what brought me to the point of wanting to come down.
    
             As I sit and debate on whether it's all worth it, I'll leave this bed..

Just to smoke my camels, and let ******* **** my brain, in a different place.

Sometimes..
I wish I could leave the memories of it all in the bed that I shouldn't even be sleeping in...
... but something about the fuckedupness tends to tuck-
         Pull
Me back in at night.