Like A Light
1 March, 2009
Author: Mere
I need something
Like the drug addict on the street
Needs his heroin
I feel insecure like a puppet
In a glass box
I feel like slashing my arms
So everyone thinks I’m insane
Because I don’t care enough about myself
To think about anyone around me
F*ck them
I thought I was better,
But the alcohol tells me I’m crazy
Like everyone else in the asylum
F*ck it
I make no one happy
I never will
I guess I’m insecure about my life.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
Colin (69.157.2.170) -- Sunday, March 1 2009, 05:49 am You've got to keep the light on! I'm listening to Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin and Jim Morrison right now but you still have to keep that light on! |
LinzAy (71.43.163.82) -- Sunday, March 1 2009, 05:59 pm Colins comment reminded me of Santana's song "Put your lights on" take a listen...."there's a monster living under my bed, whispering in my ear...there's an angel with her hand on my she sas I've got nothing to fear" It's a good song. Shatter that glass box and find comfort...it's there :) Enjoyed the metaphors. |
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