Chasing Shadows

A cycle of poems «Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous»

I’m screaming at the ceiling, but the echoes never stay,
Another night of bleeding out the words I couldn’t say.
The streetlights flicker warnings, but I’m running anyway,
Chasing ghosts in hallways where the memories replay.

I paint my heart in headlines, but the ink just smears to gray,
A masterpiece of broken dreams I’ll never get away.

I’m chasing shadows on the wall,
Dancing with the echoes of the girl I used to know.
Every step just hurts me more,
But I can’t stop, I can’t let go.
The spotlight’s cold, the crowd’s a blur,
But I’ll keep singing just to prove I’m still alive in here.

The radio’s still playing all the songs we burned to dust,
A symphony of "what ifs" and "I don’t trust you much."
I wear my scars like badges, but they’re rusting in the rain,
A faded tattoo screaming, "Love is just another name for pain."

I built a throne from apologies, but no one comes to stay,
Just a crown of thorns and a hollowed-out parade.

I’m chasing shadows on the wall,
Dancing with the echoes of the girl I used to know.
Every step just hurts me more,
But I can’t stop, I can’t let go.
The spotlight’s cold, the crowd’s a blur,
But I’ll keep singing just to prove I’m still alive in here.

Maybe fame is just a funeral where we bury who we were,
A eulogy in neon lights and gasoline-soaked words.
I’ll set it all on fire just to feel the heat again,
‘Cause numbness is the only thing that’s worse than all this pain.

I’m chasing shadows on the wall,
Drowning in the silence of the love I threw away.
Every note’s a sutured wound,
But I’ll scream until my voice breaks through.
The world’s a stage, the script’s a lie,
But I’ll play my part until the lights all die.