My World

My World:

i try too hard to get things
that lie just out of reach
of eager finger tips
and damaged wrists
dreams wont come to me
but music flows fast and easy
through my veins
like an electric current
reviving the dead and numb
meds are screaming
the homeless are dreaming
while i sit and cry
for the hope ive lost
in endless days and lonely nights
you dont want to feel whats going on in my world
a static rush, a soothing chill.