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Even though the government I bitch to
I anger, depress, and manage to confuse you
But government, I'm sorry, you just have me worried
The news that I speak of will always be hurried
Kids are waving automatics like nutters
Dead bodies just hanging around in the gutters
It's making everyone else sick to the bone
When teenagers think they're cold and alone
When really they're not, they just want a word
But when they speak, you turn, therefore they're unheard
Guns are now a girl's best friend
Fuck diamonds, and cash, and cheap lazy men
Guys wielding weapons are thinking they're best
Yet death is the concept we all must digest
When the guy with the gun aims it to his head
It only takes a tug, and damn it, he's dead
Is it really so hard for you to accept
That the boy you saw on the street was upset
His father and mother left him alone
He's stuck with new parents in a foster home
But you didn't know what was on his mind
As he slinks into drugstores with his future in a grind
All I ask is you keep us kids protected
Give us something to wish for when our dreams are rejected
And give us a word, or drop us a line
Leave Iraq alone, and give us some time
There are worse things than war in the midst
For your nation's future lies within us kids
I'll stop it right there before I get carried away
I'll save that further topic for another day
But heed my words and dare not forget them
Don't ignore this message and corrupt my momentum
The subject will haunt you until you advance
Please just give us and our wishes a chance
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Selfharmers Anonymous
I stand up. I know what to do, what to expect. Ive seen all the movies just like every one else.
Hello, My name is Cat. Im addicted to selfharm.
The call comes back, Hello Cat.
I take a moment to look at the people surrounding me. Mostly female, in their teens, or 20s, or 30s; I never could judge age. A range of races, social groups, hair colours. But they all wear their short sleeves proudly. This is probably the only place apart from their bedrooms that they do. My arms are covered.
I run my eyes over their marks, judging how pathetic or hardcore they are. My own scars begin to itch. My mouth goes dry
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Cocaine
she was drop dead gorgeous
in that dilatedpupil-grindingteeth-skeletal kind of way
the way she moved
like her time was running out
which was all too close to the truth...
she had the narcotic first aid kit
cd case, razor blade, and a straw too short to drink anything out of
even the air she breathed felt surreal
the ever rapid pulsation of a frantic heartbeat
the parties, the life, the friends that were never there
she was a walking corpse
following the white road
to an empty life.
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One For The Cutter
One For The Cutter
This one's for
The one who dreams all day
Wishing that someone
Will just take them away
This one's for
The one who found their life long mate
But soon discovered
That being alone was their only fate
This one's for
The one whose heart beats black
Just because
They didn't like them back
This one's for
The one who wears long sleeves
To cover up the marks
Praying that no one sees
This one's for
The one who never cries
While thinking all day
How perfect it would be to die
This one's for
The one who lost their friends
Who said they be there always
And help them till the end
This one's for
The one wh
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very good mate