I dont think I'm real...
I don't want to feel...
I don't know where my head is at
And I feel like burden
No reason to breathe
I just want to chill
I don't want to deal
I don't want to feel..
It's like a headache I can't escape
The pain behind my eyes
The pain is a constant state
One I don't want to feel...
All the drugs I've been on
I've been trying to get a better grip
But the only thing I light
Is another sliff
Take another bong rip
On another trip
I can't cope without the dope
Can't fake another smile
I need to fucking drown out my thoughts
Be alone for awhile
Grab my fathers glock
And set aim to fire
Nothing is real,
Nothing left real to feel.
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
