Can’t break free...
 

Can’t break free...


The consciousness awakes, another night of vile dreams.
My mind is clouded, I'm sore, with muscles fatigued.
I observe my surroundings, in an apathetic haze,
Everyday is the same, wandering through this cosmic maze.

Today looks grim, just like all the rest,
I'll just mask my emotions, with these pills to ingest.

Hiding in my own delusion, keeping myself numb.
This temporary euphoria that I fail to abstain from..

I can't seem to break free, from these cruel chains of misery.
It seems that all I can see, is my own synthetic reality....

Sounds like a Hawthorne Heights song. Not shabby though.

i think its a poem and thats what i was like i wanted to break free of what everyone thinks of me

I like it.