Contiplating Slipicide

Yeah I said it. Yeah I might  regret it. What the fuck, I might Do it. No self control, so screw it. Who the fuck am I talking about. My choices are spewing from the spout. My actions are truly uncertain. Like the confusion thats hiding behind the curtain. I trip on this shit. I try to hold my grip. I remind myself why I care. I know why it is that they stare. Too much hostility not enough hospitality. Too many expectations that are drowned by frustrations. Nothing certain and I dont frown on aspirations. Truly easier said than done, I love admirations. Just reaching to the stars. Losing sobriety isn't that far. A one of a kind for this poem is special. A sober write that feels not so right.