head’s all up in a haze
no one cares for me
oh well, it’s all i have to say
telling myself it’ll be ok
morning will shine light some other day
ups and downs, right now diving in a tailspin
thinking i need to rethink my situation
trying because i’m not ready to die
got to be more to life than this
the way i’m going could take a life
things get strange this late at night
takes all day to win the fight
addiction is a social choice
addiction is in everything
people don’t really give a shit
doped up then i’m less than it
don’t really care if they want me here
i still talk when my voice gets drowned out
maybe if they pretend to not hear me
they won’t feel as bad when i’m finally gone
ladaladalada
i could have money
and i could have bitches
in a room full of people
i can still feel lonely
wish i knew who my real friends were
and who are my enemies
when i look in the mirror
i see the devil looking back at me
if that’s what i’m meant to be
who is this stranger laughing and joking?
tell me what’s so fucking funny?
always putting on a show for imagery
save this one for my grave
it might be years
or it could take days
depends which way the pendulum swings
Powerfully penned, Nick. Brutally honest write my friend. Excellent work. Appreciate you.
Damian
I like how in the first stanza, you start out hazy and that no cares, then the next you explain the addiction and how everyone should relate in one form or another, because there are so many different addictions. Then you come back at the end and want to know who your true friends are.
You lead the reader of this very nicely. Good write Nick;))