Limitless.

Since the sink and the slip and those pills which still sit on my shelf in storage i could not bring myself to sip and then swallow without scars forming in my mind all over again i must just be crazy afterall i did hit my head rather hard and heard crack sounds like nightmare i have on nights where i curse your motives and my homelessness that time i met you i wish it was less fake and more blood that i shed impossible head wounds bleed for like too long i don't care to thank god i just know i won't feel good for who knows how long it takes the blistered scar thing i peel layers off daily to just let me forget about gramercy and you and what happened that winter and suitcases stolen from stairwells and where is karma when i was wronged and not in the wrong for once i can pinpoint the moment i knew what regret and bloodshed tastes like in large amounts when forcefed through what i must face every day in front of the sink and what stings between my eyes the place where my face lets me live like a leper sometimes i know less of what this is and more of what isn't fair either but keep telling me all about how i am needed elsewhere and that's just fine i call out but feel panic rise bile and mercury like shot through throat parts like unreal and my teeth get weaker each time i bite back the tears of shit past and taste bitter and all i passed on while i was passed out or should have been days into something like that time they found me in time but i wished they were as slow to get moving as i was and still am and

 I feel less certain about what is my fatal flaw; where and how I tripped and fell and what was the cause and what effects are still tripping me up in spite of how different the sidewalks feel beneath my sneakers here.