fix me

shock me fix me repair me
i want to die this life is not mine
i was supposed to be a writer
a poet
a man of the written word
but now...
i cannot even bring myself to breathe
shock me fix me repair me
i am broken i yearn for the days past
i was alive and happy
i was becoming
i had a life. but now it hurts too much to see
shock me fix me repair me
i was a man of passion
an up-and-coming-will-be-someday
now i'm nothing but a should-of-been-but-wasn't
shock me fix me prepare me
they said i'd succeed
they showered me with praise.
where are they now? when i need them most.
block me nix me declare me
dead

written: 12-6-98