Some s****y lyric/poem I wrote many ages ago

back when the world was closing in and I liked punk music more than almost anything.

You don't have to tell me how fucked up it is to only feel better about myself as a person
with a empty stomach and smoke filled lungs
(But I know you will, you always do)

And I'm just trying to keep the promise
I made to you
last summer.

but damn (but damn)
it's hard to do anything
when your world is the space between your bad and the light switch.
(and shrinking daily)

I haven't been outside in a weeks, I'm becoming white as a sheet.
And I can't find the f*****g sun
 Dear G-D I feel f*****g crazy (send help)

I've got to struggle to remember
how things really went down because when I look
behind me, all I can see is stitched on smiles.
I'm scared to die and I'm scared to live OH WHAT WAY TO EXIST.

And I can no longer f*****g tell if  I'm spouting sarcasm or honesty
(but honestly this time)
It doesn't even matter as long as I can beat you with it :)

And I'd like to snap my neck, just to see if it sound like porcelain
because I feel as fragile as a teacup.
the problem is I want be at peace
not in pieces

Author's Note

I know horrible, you're probably even reading this off-key. but it's something I found in a old notebook with a lot of memories attached to it

Reviews

[Daisygirl]

I really like the ending and can tottaly relate to the last line, the whole poem is really powerful and I love the honesty.