How can I sleep,
Knowing you're out there?
Walking the streets
Wanting to be anywhere
Anywhere but home
I know it's hell
And that's why I write these tortured poems
But I can deal cos I don't dwell
On the past
What's done is done
and it's gone
We're coming last
Fading fast
But don't be ashamed
I once complained
But life screws you over again
And you deal with the pain
And now you don't feel a thing
Now you can't see the brink.

Poets soul and voice
Of which I had no choice
Please Please Please
Don't test me?

I've been lost and never found
I wasn't saved when I drowned
Still underneath the surface,
Trying to make it worth it
Lock me away I'm your shame
Are you afraid of what they'll say?
The bad stuff always stays
The highs always fade
You were young and stupid
But I've got the scars to prove it
Paying my dues, but what did I do?