Super Hero

I feel useless,
and I know that is the truth.
But the drugs I'm taking,
and the love that were making,
mixed with the noises I'm faking
makes the world seem less cold.

I wanted to save the world,
be what keeps kids feet to the ground,
and I wanted to be that parent,
the one I never fucking had.
I wanted to be the one,
who turns your life around.

But I am not a super hero,
I need to be saved myself.
Addicts are useless,
and I want to be useful.
Can someone please help me,
before I lose myself again.

Fucking hypocritical,
everything I say.
Why the hell,
is my life this way.
Sober is far, far
the fuck away.

I cannot justify my actions,
I know I've made mistakes.
Does that make my entire being,
wrong for the worlds sake?