just a man. imperfect vulnerable
why can't my words be seen for what they are an expression of my ongoing struggle i am not your culture I am not your shelter
I am not your addiction i am not your solution running with my head down the blood fills my mouth the sting fills my eyes dying to avoid the sight of the endless struggle to find an end to this passion play of which we're all a part the depths we'll fall to.
for the love of.
don't want to carry it anymore the weight on my shoulders your hands around my neck not seen as an attempt to dig deeper with myself and now it's my cross to bear