I started picking up doubles
So that I won't step outside the confines
of home & work because without that
***** uniform and these worn in walls,
I am a broken mess & I'm so sick of
lying drunk and high in random beds
at the edge of my life,
teetering back and fourth like everything
is balanced on the tip of my nose
and too often I drop it
While I simultaneously lose all
of my friends to an other bad decision
In an other sketchy bedroom
With an other broken body
And an other aching soul