See I got a couple problems
A fact you might not notice see
A struggling alcoholic
That masks it with some poetry
She doesn’t do it often
Just times her soul is broken
Breathe
Resume with curse of self and see emotion take its depths
I mean emotion makes a mess of me
It weighs me down
It’s drowning me
I wasn’t always scared of death
But now it’s all encompassing
The lack rhythm in my bones
May have some complex undertones
Despite the stars regaling blaze
I’m lost in self destructive ways