Craters

I bought groceries and stress ate them all.
I bought drugs and yolo smoke overhaul.
I bet I'll regret this decision later,
Because the feeling I'm after leaves craters.
 
Its not glorious in any form or sense.
I can't help but stay on the fence.
I know I'll regret this decision later,
Because I'm so far down in these craters.
 
There are two rifts in my tired mind.
They remind me I'll never be streamlined.  
I'll leave the consequences for later.
Please, just leave me in my craters.