The Harshness Of Reality

The harshness of reality, how will I pass the time?

Pluck words out of my aching brain in the hope that they will ryme

The harshness of reality, I struggle to keep up the fight

As previously suppressed thoughts race through my brain at the close to the speed of light

The harshness of reality, sobriety should make me well. If only there was a God to lend a hand, to help me break the spell

The harshness of reality, it's so harsh but I wonder why

Writing poems for distraction but the ink well is almost dry

The harshness of reality, if only I could write something positive about the drugs I've took

But all that's left are memories of comedowns that stick in my head like a barbed hook

The harshness of reality, I'm starting to strongly sympathise with Daniella Westbrook 

My nostrils resemble dolphins blow holes from all the coke I've took

The harshness of reality, I need to give being normal a chance

After time people should pass in the street without giving me a second glance 

The harshness of reality, maybe after time it will not be harsh at all

Hopefully the gargantuan demons will shrivel and wilt to pathetic creatures weak and small

The harshness of reality, time to take time out, assess and re-arrange

Every passing moment is another chance to change