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Fading (must be something in the water)
I can’t escape this feeling that keeps creeping over me
Blinded by my tears, my success I just can’t see.
I can’t seem to hold a relationship
Yet at times I can’t be alone,
I’m desperate now, with no one to turn to
No place to call home.
“I try to stay high, so I can get by
on their superficial smiles,
though inside, I’m dying all the while.”
Some people try to help me, they wonder how I am
But no one can help me, not even me,
So why bother giving a damn?!
I habitually hurt the ones I love and love the ones I hurt,
Hiding away my problems with a long-sleeved shirt.
Nineteen years old, an idealist I’m told,
So why all the needles in my arms?!
Only death can await me on this dead end road,
Still I say there’s no need for alarm.
“I ignore my reflection,
Can’t stand the sight of my face,
A fucked up addict,
A waste of space.”
My flesh is melting off my bones,
I can’t convince myself to stay,
A constant reminder I tell to myself,
‘Better to burn out than fade away.’
Blinded by my tears, my success I just can’t see.
I can’t seem to hold a relationship
Yet at times I can’t be alone,
I’m desperate now, with no one to turn to
No place to call home.
“I try to stay high, so I can get by
on their superficial smiles,
though inside, I’m dying all the while.”
Some people try to help me, they wonder how I am
But no one can help me, not even me,
So why bother giving a damn?!
I habitually hurt the ones I love and love the ones I hurt,
Hiding away my problems with a long-sleeved shirt.
Nineteen years old, an idealist I’m told,
So why all the needles in my arms?!
Only death can await me on this dead end road,
Still I say there’s no need for alarm.
“I ignore my reflection,
Can’t stand the sight of my face,
A fucked up addict,
A waste of space.”
My flesh is melting off my bones,
I can’t convince myself to stay,
A constant reminder I tell to myself,
‘Better to burn out than fade away.’
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