A State Of Perpetual Overdose Poem by jon groff

Trapped in a state of perpetual overdose,
My outlook has become overly morose.
I never really wore my heart on my sleeve,
But maybe if I bear my soul you'll believe.
Sure, maybe I have some stupid bad habits,
But you don't know the places my mind inhabits.
I lost touch with my soul,
I lost sight of the goal.
I couldn't hear my calling,
I felt like I was always falling.
What was manifesting in my mind,
Was all that I needed to hide behind.
It's not easy to try and climb out of this hole,
It takes a while to mend the wings of a broken soul.
Now I'm just trying to regain my senses,
Trying to sort through the false pretenses.
Attempting to discern some kind of meaning,
Seems that no one can relate to how I'm feeling.
I've tried to wash out the bitter taste,
Wish I could go back and have my mind erased.
I lost touch with my soul,
I lost sight of the goal.
I couldn't hear my calling,
I felt like I was always falling.
What was manifesting in my mind,
Was all that I needed to hide behind.
It's impossible to run, there's no place you can hide,
Why try to escape death, when you're already dead inside.
Anger has raped my personality,
Don't even care about my mortality.
I'm drifting through total obscurity,
Trying to release these demons inside me.
Running against the grain seems so futile,
feels like my whole life has been a giant trial.
I lost touch with my soul,
I lost sight of the goal.
I couldn't hear my calling,
I felt like I was always falling.
What was manifesting in my mind,
Was all that I needed to hide behind.
It's impossible to run, there's no place you can hide,
Why try to escape death, when you're already dead inside.
The great sadness has fallen upon me,
encompassing in a shroud of despair all I see.
In life everyone has their own tragic story,
But I'm only trying to revive that old glory,
Searching for that old childhood innocence,
But drowning in a sea of self-indulgence.
I lost touch with my soul,
I lost sight of the goal.
I couldn't hear my calling,
I felt like I was always falling.
What was manifesting in my mind,
Was all that I needed to hide behind.
It's not easy to try and climb out of this hole,
It takes a while to mend the wings of a broken soul.
Got lost in the desert of immorality,
I just wanted to grow some individuality.
And that is when I started planting my seeds,
Never did I guess they'd grow into bad deeds.
Don't get me wrong I don't want sympathy,
So I keep looking for that oasis where I'll finally be free.