Walking, Talking Suicide

Walking, talking suicide
Im not alive, although I breathe
My body has a pulse but it’s not me

Walking, talking suicide
They decided for me, I had no choice
Who I am, is not accepted nor should be

I take the blame, I wear the chains, it’s in my head, it controls my brain, when I’m myself I hurt everyone, I overthink everything, I share all of my flaws

Walking, talking suicide
A thirty plus year ride, an unfair fare for all that tag along
I cannot be myself, I’m impossible to love

Walking, talking suicide
Empty orange bottles surround my floor, like ammunition shells I take each to the dome, heavily medicated numbs the flaws but this body has no conscious because I resemble nothing familiar to who I was

Walking, talking suicide
I live this life, between the lines
Im not a junkie because these drugs are prescribed
I hate who I am but I hate who I’ve become

Walking, talking suicide 
They decided for me, I had no choice
Who I am, is not accepted nor should be

Walking, talking suicide
Im not alive, although I breathe
My body has a pulse but it’s not me