Neil Adams

Rookie (19/01/94 / Belfast)

Reality Is Fake - Poem by Neil Adams

I feel pointless, no place at all
Ive heard the rows, watched loved ones fall
Got everything I wanted when I was younger
But I stand today drenched in hunger

Hunger of love and of happiness
They all disappear, something I will truly miss
I cant think straight, my minds went blank
The feeling of emotion has truly sank

I am confused with life and what is meant of me
I cant open the door, no lock, no key
I'm stuck in this game with no escape
No reset button, not even a debate

I'm surrounded by people who care but moan
But where I stand I feel so alone
Have you ever felt as useless as this?
If I were you id give it a miss

Its at the point were reality is fake
Dreams are real, which I cannot rate
I'm stuck here now, till the end of time
In an empty box, emotionless mime

But the dream of escape never leaves my side
I know how to end this, its suicide
Suicide is my only option I cant achieve
Am I scared of the pain or the fact ill leave?

Pain should be at the top of the list
It shows me that life does exist
All the facts thats obviously there
But theres still a black hole, I cant seem to care

I have to make do, and suffer this life
Until I grab a hold of the mirrored knife
Cut my arms, see tainted blood
Tainted with hate, I die with a thud

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2012

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