have you ever felt out of place, socially fucked and just depressed outta luck?

Dark Comes to Light

I never thought I’d win the war on trust/

For me life was unjust and full of lies and bad luck/

Never had enough alcohol or green, my days were a
never ending self destructive death symphony/

Crushing me, drowning me in my own sea of shame and quickly sinking self esteem until I ceased to believe/

That I could be me and not see me when I looked in the mirror/
searching for reasons to continue but consumed by fear/

I laid in the dark, trying not to live, trying to exist but not by the true definition of the word/

what would life be without Steve would it be better to leave/

To never even have been conceived/

I was blind, at one time, but I can now see/

Getting fucked up was my only break, the only seemingly worthwhile escape from my burns of disease they were at least third degree, the closest to my soul that they could ever be/

My parents were freaked, they couldn’t find me, I retreated in my mind the fear was blinding/

Why couldn’t they feel like me, when I was free/

With a fucked up perception brought on by Hennessey/

My stake in life was dwindling, living in a box was the future for me/

Drowning in my disease of hate and self debate/

Drunken eyes saw dreams whither and disappear into thin air, leaving a shell of me to sit and stare/

Interests were laid to rest, my skate skills were a mess and my writing stopped like cardiac arrest/

Drinking and boozing, four to gone, some mornings exploded in my face like a terrorist bomb/

Fights were frequent, and wounds were deepened, but I couldn’t see it an refused to believe it/

Girls left, then friends, but my rock bottom had yet to end/

Cars crashed didn’t stop me, ‘shit happens’ was my lie to prop me so I could get another rush like a prophecy cuz I was drinkin’ tomorrow nite/

Just wait and see/

That was all I could believe/

Torn ties didn’t drop me, blood on my shoes, fist through glass/
I began to think that death could only end my stress and this whole fucked up mess I’d yet to address/

My love affair with alcohol and drugs was insanity at it’s best/

I could never kill me, I’m an egomaniac and terrified, shook to death of inferiority/

Scared of me, a life without drugs to dull the pain/

No more brain cells to kill or kegs to drain/

I thought I was done, my fun had run, depression got me/

19, and I felt life had already forgot me.



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