I’ve Almost Forgotten.
FINALLY first poem in a long fucking time. Not even a poem, a statement.
I’ve Almost Forgotten.
I feel the humanity of society is going to cave in sometimes
Down I would go; unbelievably this is not the bottom
I feel my existence a lie; fornicate by drugs and fake-hugs
A damn good one, I never realized how insignificant I was
I feel if I didn’t leave my bed my heart would glue itself
If only it was a fucking clean break, not a shatter
If only I stopped picking up the pieces and eating them.
I feel the need to argue… with myself in my head
Who else is here to pull me by my hair and drag me around
I feel I could be so much better than all of you
If I didn’t run to the top with a backpack full of bricks
I feel melancholy at times my brain falling is at terminal velocity,
That’s only after I drug myself into thinking it’s not my fault,
That’s only when I need someone to make me feel
I feel I could solve it with one gram up the keister,
Maybe he could tell me what the hell is wrong
I feel tomorrow I will wake up and everything will be normal
Hidden away and not dealt with until the volcano bursts
I feel no matter what in the end I can only come out two ways
Inviolable, only you could penetrate what I have built
Berserk, a murderous frenzy starting with myself.
I’ve Almost Forgotten.
I feel the humanity of society is going to cave in sometimes
Down I would go; unbelievably this is not the bottom
I feel my existence a lie; fornicate by drugs and fake-hugs
A damn good one, I never realized how insignificant I was
I feel if I didn’t leave my bed my heart would glue itself
If only it was a fucking clean break, not a shatter
If only I stopped picking up the pieces and eating them.
I feel the need to argue… with myself in my head
Who else is here to pull me by my hair and drag me around
I feel I could be so much better than all of you
If I didn’t run to the top with a backpack full of bricks
I feel melancholy at times my brain falling is at terminal velocity,
That’s only after I drug myself into thinking it’s not my fault,
That’s only when I need someone to make me feel
I feel I could solve it with one gram up the keister,
Maybe he could tell me what the hell is wrong
I feel tomorrow I will wake up and everything will be normal
Hidden away and not dealt with until the volcano bursts
I feel no matter what in the end I can only come out two ways
Inviolable, only you could penetrate what I have built
Berserk, a murderous frenzy starting with myself.