Addict with a Pen // Poetry

Somehow

Somehow things got fucked up
Somehow we just wanted it all to end
Somehow it never turns out right
Somehow all I want is to feel numb.
Somehow I want to go away
Somehow I want to see another day
Somehow I want things to change
Somehow I want you to know
Somehow you were never mine

And now I know
And now I can control
And now I fight
And now I strive
And now I try to live
And now I cry
And now I wonder, if I die
And now I know

Days go by
Did it just get all fucked up?
Did I say something wrong?
Days go by, and in the
Dead of night I
Decide it's maybe all too much.
Days go by

I'm still over the ground
I'm still alive.
I'm still learning how not to be sad
I'm still trying
I'm still dying
I'm still dreaming of a better life
I'm still fighting
I'm still lying
I'm still wrong, never right.
I'm still broken but
I'm still alive.