Drifting in Irony

Stuck in the shadows

Emptiness of black

Voices in my head

Telling me I must go back.

But I can't go back now,

Not where I used to be;

Ignorant and happy

Because I've hit reality.

Ten feet below rock bottom

Drifting away every day,

There is nothing left,

That anyone can say.

And then when I thought,

Things could not get worse,

Things did, it just must be,

The ironic curse.

Hopeless and insecure

Since now I know what's true,

When all I really wanted

Is someone just like you.