CandiCame
Rocket Grunt
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- Apr 12, 2011
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I know that this isn't sexual or particularly gay or anything, but a lot of people here have been really supportive of me, and know that I'm trying, really, really hard to get over a series of addictions. I have a pretty bad substance abuse problem, and I've been doing really well going cold turkey- but a lot of the time I still have a lot of trouble- physical and mental symptoms that want to break me down. I had a really bad spell tonight and I wrote this poem... I thought that I would stick it here, so that the people who have been so supportive, who have helped me and encouraged me to get help could see it- I don't know how many frequent the poetry forum... If you don't care to read it, that's fine. It's just an outpouring of emotion, really...
But anyway, thanks guys- thanks for everything.
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
Everything's gone so dark
Lost all of the innocence that was once in my heart
And a part of me can see
All of my brand new enemies
Lined up right in front of me
Like I'm on a killing spree
And I'm anything but free
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
My past is lost in the Abyss
Along with all the opportunities I missed
And every time I've gotten pissed
Over every stupid thing I hissed
Wasn't was good enough for me
If I could only look ahead and see
The road I would have to take
For every dumbass mistake
Every stupid choice I'd make
And the destruction in my wake
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
I can't see the path ahead
But don't we all end up dead?
I've nothing left to fear or dread
I'm at the bottom looking up
Without a penny in my cup
Nothing left to do but wait
And I can't procrastinate
I feel a fading of the hate
That I've always kept inside
That just won't let me die
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
Nothing inside me but despair
I need a breath of fresh air
I don't even remember where
I managed to get myself to care
But fate won't let me die
And I've stopped wondering why
Because it's such a waste of time
There's nothing left except the climb
There's nothing left except the climb.
But anyway, thanks guys- thanks for everything.
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
Everything's gone so dark
Lost all of the innocence that was once in my heart
And a part of me can see
All of my brand new enemies
Lined up right in front of me
Like I'm on a killing spree
And I'm anything but free
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
My past is lost in the Abyss
Along with all the opportunities I missed
And every time I've gotten pissed
Over every stupid thing I hissed
Wasn't was good enough for me
If I could only look ahead and see
The road I would have to take
For every dumbass mistake
Every stupid choice I'd make
And the destruction in my wake
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
I can't see the path ahead
But don't we all end up dead?
I've nothing left to fear or dread
I'm at the bottom looking up
Without a penny in my cup
Nothing left to do but wait
And I can't procrastinate
I feel a fading of the hate
That I've always kept inside
That just won't let me die
I'm like a pinball stuck between
Those rubbers bumpers at the top of the machine
The past has closed right up for me
And the bluest grass looks green
There's a future I can't see
Looming ahead, mocking me.
Nothing inside me but despair
I need a breath of fresh air
I don't even remember where
I managed to get myself to care
But fate won't let me die
And I've stopped wondering why
Because it's such a waste of time
There's nothing left except the climb
There's nothing left except the climb.