Warcry

Today I’ve seen a part of me,
That rests in a prescription.
A piece of shit that feels empty,
And needs to feed addiction.
I tried to taste a bullet cure,
And find my minds salvation,
But lack of haste made me unsure,
And I was stopped by intervention.
I don’t want to be anymore,
I just want to stay in dreams.
I’ve become something that I abhor,
Among so many other things.
What is it that makes me seek,
A state of being deeply numb?
What drives me to those snowy peaks,
So willing to succumb?
Today I’ve seen a part of me,
That just wanted to die.
That Bullet cure, all I could see,
Was my shot at the sky.
I look into myself and find,
Just built up tears and pain.
Hate for myself that fucks my mind,
And feelings that I cant attain.
I hate that feeling like I do,
Makes me want to be numb.
I cant even explain to you,
The disappointment I’ve become.
This is not the way I am,
But then again, its who I’ve been.
And now I think I understand,
Why I hide myself within.
I couldn’t talk to my best friend,
I don’t know how, after it all.
How do I say I want an end,
And look at Her when She's appalled.
I don’t want her to look at me,
And see a fucking mess.
My shamefaced eyes already see,
What I could not confess.
I’m nothing but a bad disease,
with drugs that do not cure.
Another heart on hands and knees,
Hoping that I can endure.
My weakness is I’m locked inside,
Away from all these loving hands,
That only want to be a guide,
And keep me from those promised lands.
What is it that makes me seek,
A state of being deeply numb?
What drives me to those snowy peaks,
So willing to succumb?