Everything Hurts and I Am Almost Famous

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

I signed my life in dollar signs,
On bathroom stalls and dotted lines.
My heart's a backstage pass they stole,
My soul's a demo on parole.

The higher I climb, the more it stings,
These hollow crowns and plastic wings!

Everything hurts & I'm almost famous,
Dying young but looking flawless!
Pills like candy, cheers like knives,
We're all just ghosts with stage-lit lives!
Everything burns & I'm barely breathing,
Smiling pretty while I'm bleeding -
One more chorus till the end,
Play me loud and press pretend!

My therapist says "get some rest",
But the van leaves west at 2 a.m.
These highway lines are suture threads,
Stitching shows to hospital beds.

The bigger the crowd, the smaller I feel,
Is any of this even real?!

Everything hurts & I'm almost famous,
Dying young but looking flawless!
Pills like candy, cheers like knives,
We're all just ghosts with stage-lit lives!
Everything burns & I'm barely breathing,
Smiling pretty while I'm bleeding -
One more chorus till the end,
Play me loud and press pretend!

"They told me fame would fix the pain...
Now I've got two kinds of both..."

I'm a poster on a teenage wall!
A hashtag when the memorials call!
A statistic with a catchy chorus!
A cautionary tale they'll ignore for us!

Everything hurts & I'm almost nothing!
A flashbulb pops and then the rotting!
They'll miss me when the streams decline,
But never check if I'm alive!
Everything dies & I'm barely human,
Just a product of their ruin -
Spin the track and watch me break,
Art is pain and love is fake!

"Mom...I think I made it...?"