Fix Poem by Steven Stocker

The realization that you need to take a break
The numbing sensation you feel every day
The money you spend and the time that you waste
The friends you have lost and the ones you've replaced

Is it worth what you feel every night in your head
When you're spinning in circles just laying in bed
you've lost everyone and become your best friend
but thats okay with you, everything comes to an end

I've taught myself how to trip, I've seen god and his kids
I've heard the vibration of the universe, and 'ohmed' in with it
I've seen walls melt and fade away. I've seen colors turn to grey.
I talk to myself in the mirror and can't control what I say

I can show you the meaning of 'self medicate'
I can show you why you shouldn't start in the first place
I can show you the world if you won't be afraid
I can help you feel good if you've had a bad day

I'm not even 20 and I've taken one to many hits
I hate all the people I spend my time with
every night I die, and thats how I choose to live
I've avoided the 'a' word for a while, but I need to get fixed.

Fix me because I can't fix myself
My personal heaven is my personal hell.
And I'm stuck in it every single day
I can't stop, who would want to anyway?