Fate

drowning the pain to hide my scars
finding my mind stays locked behind bars
keeping my feelings on shelves inside jars
wishing to be home as one with the stars

running away from emotions that stray
finding no comfort in this place I stay
hiding from life, faking happy each day
can’t escape all the sick games I play

feeling like I’m asleep at the wheel
drugs seem to numb me so that helps me feel
fixing what’s broken and helping hurt heal
what is my problem, what is my deal?

all I need is relief in my head
time passes on while I hang by a thread
finding no cure til I’m long past dead
so I guess there’s not much that’s left to be said

never be free of all my self hate
I might find a cure, but it’ll come far too late
my sanity a victim of a sick mental state
and that fact alone makes dying my only fate