Somethings wrong
Watch me, take your words and f*ck myself up in one night, I might call but I'll be distressed and uptight. Depressed and upset, what are you gonna do to get me back in the headlights.
I swear there's something fucking wrong with me.
I need, to find my way back to my headlight, I'm drowning in all the things that I cant find. I'm fighting to not drink myself away.
Drown myself in alcohol that shit will never work at all. But my thoughts have eyes and there coming for me. I could his in the hills but that won't save me.
Somethings fucking wrong with me.
She left because I suggested it. Now I sit in remorse of all of it.
I tried to keep us a float, but we sank due to my errogance.
I talk, you fight away in my headlight. You take my shame and turn it to your limelight.
Im a star but I'm burning out now. I'm tired so leave the f*ck alone tonight.
I talk to people I dont like, I got places that could hurt me.
I've got friends in all the places. But there all over the place. I cannot hide within there faces. I do blind to my mental illness
Somethings fuckin wrong with me
I could take my life in the Richmond sunlight. But I don't wanna. They want me gone that's just my paranoia.
These broken bones will tell you how I'm doing.
Don't ask, if you never cared. I've got nothing left to give, but my story.
So for the first time won't you sit down and listen.
For I cannot hid in the towers of this city. For the walls have eyes and there out to get me.
I want to breathe but that was cut short for me.
I hate my mind its out to get me.
Somethings fuckin wrong with me
About this poem
Feeding the alcoholism in trade for a well lived life.
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Written on September 12, 2022
Submitted by Sholnyshko42 on September 12, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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