I'm on a drug induced high.
At times it seems to numb the pain inside.
Only to leave the sores in my mind.
Pop another pill, drink another glass.
Keep my eyes open slightly enough to look awake.
Pop another pill, pretend I'm fine.
Pop another pill, pretend I'm still alive.
Drink more coffee, light another cigarette.
The white in my eyes begins to turn red.
Lack of sleep has my face sunken in.
I look in the mirror and Don't know who I see.
Is that me I'm looking at?
Or is that the monster I've become?
Punch myself in the face to see if I still feel.
Press a blade into my arm to see if I still bleed.
Press my face into the mirror to see if there is anything left...of the person I once was...
To Be Continued...
~This here is an older poem I wrote. It kind of lacks any type of structure. Just kind of blunt and pretty much to the point to how I felt at the time. I've never done drugs or drank, but that's just something I've always thought worked in writing. To express emotion and tell you just how I feel.~
