Road to recovery

We have become detrimental
Everything that’s been done is difficult to remember
My mind swimming with words from court
The word lonely an understatement of sorts

My words becoming harder to understand
Reality slipping through the cracks over which I stand
Death seems the only topic
Failure blankets my vision myopic

They say life is the choices you make
But mine feels like a game of mistakes
Overthinking kills every word from my tongue
Occupying it with more weed dulling the hum

Blood surrounding my face
Teeth stained red I struggle to call myself more than a disgrace
So I pick myself off the toilet bowl holding back a gag
Going on through life becoming more of a drag