So many people walking by,
So dead, but still alive.
They're all in a rush to
Get in line.
Familiar faces, with their smiles
As blank as mine,
Open eyes and empty minds...
Stuck in their patterns, day and night,
With no release in sight,
They live and die inside their hives...
From nine to five they keep their
Masters satisfied;
White collared slaves who don't realize...
They drown their pain in
Beer and wine,
Illusions of good times.
Just leave your hopes and dreams
Behind...
Check your emotions,
Leave your happy at the door.
Drowning depressions while they're lying on the floor.
I see the sadness in their eyes,
The truth behind their lies.
See, they can't laugh,
and i can't cry...
They form the pieces of the same machine, and I?
I'm standing by,
Watching your world through
****** eyes...
This is actually an older poem that I once posted here, which somehow ended up deleted. It was written by me and my fiancé during the best and the worst times of our lives. I was a ****** addict for 3 years during college; we both were. After losing him to an overdose in 2013, I finally managed to get off the hard stuff. But still I miss him every day.
