derek's poems

stuck

My heads spinning at a hundred miles per hour

I can't ever slow it down

I try to explain what I'm feeling

But I just never know how

My mind's like a freight train screaming so loud

And it's going off the rails right now

Running me over, crushing my skull

Please, somebody slow it down

Merry go round

There's too much sound

Can't shut them out

Push me farther beneath the ground

I'm stuck now

Tripped over a crack in my skull

Fell down into the dark abyss

With you on my mind I try to keep going

I shoot my shot, but then I miss

You grab my hand to pull me up

But I just end up dragging you down with me

I guess we'll just be stuck down here together

At least when we die we won't be lonely

Merry go round

There's too much sound

Can't shut them out

But I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em

So when they push me too far

I'll stop adding these scars 

And look deep in my heart

I'm too shallow, I won't have to look that far

I'm stuck in a pit of tar