Panic Room

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Panic Room

These haters want me to believe that the truth is a disease
That the greed and all the lies are what make my dreams complete
My emotions do not count, in their eyes I'm fresh bait
To escape this dark angel would evolve my deepest faith
When shadows fill the room my life is set way out of tune.
Depression sets in; it's an unholy sonic boom!
Yet I struggle to keep sane; myself is whom I blame
So I strain myself hopeless then attempt to cut these veins
Now they force me to seek help and brainwash me with these shrinks
My drinks are no solutions so they give me pills to take
I'm happy, sad, mad then back to glad again
The meds aren't strong enough next thing you know I'm panicking.



All the friends I thought I had are mere fragments of the past
Loyalty I once had is now shattered like broken glass
Was verbally attacked lost contact with my family
I never realized that in time I lose my sanity
Abused into thinking my beliefs were counterfeit
With each dose of evil I lost more confidence
Thought insults were compliments my tolerance was tainted
A painted perfect portrait in my mind was what I made it
I got myself so sick I almost gave away my life
Too ashamed to face the fact my style of living wasn't right
Now I'm committed to fight f*ck intruders they die first
Obey you again? NEVER! Your blood is what I thirst!




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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

Cattiva’s Poems (10)

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