So dead to this world
I can't breathe, I can't see
I'm so lost, I can't be
If I can't be, then am I free?
All this rhyme, is it me?
I can't question anything
My heart is quiet, it don't sing
I'm evaporating fast
I know these rushes never last.
I'm filthy
(I can't stand to be alone)
Inside I'm dead, is this all in my head?
I'm filthy
(I won't stand up to this world)
Sickness consumes me, an illness becomes me
I'm filthy
(I can't fight this war alone)
An idiot I have become, the price of being numb
I've evolved into something soiled
In so much pain that I am numb
Overwhelmed and prepsychotic
Surounded on all sides!!!
By memories invading
My headspace that is without me
I'm breaking the levees
Self destruction is a drug to me
Addiction is the only truth I see
This is a sickness, or is it (sic)ness
So many words I speak, that I never learned to mean
The illness overcomes me
I drink it as it drowns me
I'm dead!...
Six feet under yet somehow I still walk
Someone please hold me
I'm breaking and folding
Falling down like a house of cards
That can't get passed the first step
Someone breathe life into me
Open my eyes, help me to see
I'm so detached
Falling so fast
I am my enemy
Darling can you save me
From
My
Self???
Please come and save me from that mess.
Author notes
Finally, some release
Comments
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
I absolutely love every single thing that comes from your fingertips! you always rock it out so hard! I could go on forever..and ever...Damn you just made me smile!!!! ~hugs~addiction
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"I know these rushes never last."
"I'm filthy
(I can't stand to be alone)"
"So many words I speak, that I never learned to mean"
Quite a few great lines here; this is one of my favorites that I've seen from you yet. Painfully honest without any tinge of self-pity or wallowing, only helplessness. Well done.
Only issue I have with it is the repeat of "become" so close together:
"An idiot I have become, the price of being numb
Soiled I have become"
I like the end, because there still seems to be a sense of hope, that there's some form of rescue out there, somewhere.
(["Such a fool to think that I could wake you from your slumber, that I could actually heal you"...I miss you]) -
very well put.
we all have those times to fight like hell and get nowhere.
sometimes all we need is others, as hard as that is to swallow.
you put just the right amount of helplessness to your cries.
the flow is just right, not too much rhyme, not any forced rhyme, or lack of flow.
just right.
such good colors in your words. great lines.
"falling down like a house of cards that can't get passed the first step".
that's my favorite one. we all make card houses when we are little. and in life we make our own sort of card houses.
helpless....
great write, it's very beautiful.
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