The Boy Who Really Needs - Poetry
THE BOY WHO COULDN'T BREATHE

They tell me I'm not insane
I don't hear voices
so I must be OK
"You're not that sick"

I don't need acceptance
I don't need a voice telling me it's OK
It's not OK
I'm not OK
but I'm not insane
so I'm told
I'm not so sure anymore
but I'm sure that's OK too
FLUSHED

I'm a fish in a tank
swimming in circle
always the same circles
watching life on the outside go by
nobody looks at me anymore
I just swim in circles
Waiting to be fed
Waiting to be dead
Flushed down the toilet
BAD SUN

I hurt
I hurt so bad
but those word mean nothing
change nothing

can't tell
can't ask for help
too weak

I hurt
I hurt so bad
does that disappoint you?
I never was good enough
never was what you wanted

can't look you in the eye
can't hear your words
too tired

I hurt
I hurt so bad
the wasted potential tears me up inside
leaves me sitting in the dark
seeking relief
does that surprise you?

can't tell you the truth
can't go on hurting
can't see a solution

I hurt
I hurt so bad
want to hurt no more
just want to let go
seeking a reason
does that mean anything to you?
ANTI-christ

I'm here for you
tell me your problems
reveal your demons

I'm here for you tonight
your anti-christ
under your sheets
share your sins with me

Let yourself cry
I see me through your eyes
I feel my power
kneel
on your knees before me

I'm the demon
and the saviour
trust me
God would want it that way
kneel
let's pray
I'm here for you
just cry
and let me inside
...trust me...
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