Perpetually Perplexed

I confess regrets to alleviate my stress.
Physically, financially blessed, but
perpetually perplexed by intoxicated perspectives.
I digress.
Dark thoughts expressed, in effort to suppress depressing expressions,
temporarily at best.
Doctors left guessing and assessing to explain the hole in my chest.
Bombarded by questions
Bored with all the lecturing
Bound to the darkness
Imposed sobriety, infecting me.
No one can claim perfection,
but I think there may be a defect in me.