The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
PAINKILLER

We've got pain
and we've got pills
we have everything we need
to live our blessed lives

I can't cry out loud
they might hear me
I just dry my face
clear my throat
and try to forget

Was that me or was it someone else?
I'm too drugged up to know anymore
so numb I don't even care any longer

The pills saved my life
my blessed life
but left a bitter taste in my mouth
DRUG ME

Can I tell you how I feel?
Make my pain seem real
let you understand
my desperate needs
Drug me, please
so I don't even know where I am
or where I've been

I can't live without you
but I can never have you
you give me nothing
and I give you nothing in return
we're fucked
Drug me, please
before the world becomes real
and the pain hits again
Just drug me, please
so I can forget all this
forget you
DISTANCE

For every man without voice
there's a choir singing somewhere
For every word spoken
there's a thousand words I never said
For every life live true
there's a hundred lost souls
And every path before me seems to lead
the same way
All the choices I make takes me away
from you
SUGAR

Sometimes I just need to lie down
lie down on my bed and hate the world

The sun shines
shines on crying babies in the park
shines on red roses in her garden

Sometimes I just need to hope
hope that the sun will never shine
never shine on me again

The terpentine tastes like wine
her blood tastes like sugar
sweet and wanting more
candy apple, half-eaten intestines
all that's good inside

Sometimes I just need to believe
to believe that I could die tonight

She sighs and rolls her eyes at me
impatiently
I'm half at sleep when she leaves
not really there

Sometimes I just want
want to not be alone, to be loved
sometimes I don't know what I want
sometimes I just need you
The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
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