I don’t know how you really feel
but i sometimes lay here by myself
and wonder what in this life is real.
Sometimes the colors will blend
and sometimes nature can bend
And time i have to spend is gone
Thoughts put into a single song
but every time i sing it,
i seem to sing it wrong.
And every time i find hope,
i find a lie
and this truth is too close to deny.
You know its here, waiting for me now
You know its real, hiding from me
You know i come now, to get it back
The mirror between real and fake,
is cracking and is going to break,
how can i not go insane, with so much i have to take
Hallucinate of a man with power,
and of a power, growing by the hour.
Hour to hour, day to day
What was that Pill,
And is this even real?
What is this pain i feel?
Do you exist?
Or are you just a figment,
created from the mist within my mind.
And where is the way out,
its something i cannot find
Am i truly that blind.
I know what it is that i search for,
but how can i ask for more,
when there are others so poor.
But the real question is what do i do?
When everything i thought i knew,
is escaping through the cracks
4000 cigarettes in 200 packs
smoke away the pain of knowing what i lack
death will have an opportunity to come to attack
Take me away,
i dont even care
so what can i say
Do i bid my farewells
to the men who hate and fear me
or do i say hello to those who could hear me
Screamed out within my soul
Dreamed of a new home
Conceived a thought, one of suicide
without ever having to pick up
neither the gun nor knife
but just let society kill me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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