we have to much destruction and crime on the streets
welcome to america the land of the free
but what if that fact is the fact of what has you beat?
you have no where to go and nothing you need
the laws the law is what they always said
but what use is it to you when your already dead?
no sense in living a life that you cant already live
abuse and neglect that is all that can give
moma says she loves you, shes just fucked in the head
no sense running to daddy, cause daddy already left
out the front door […]
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Finger On The Trigger
I sit alone in my dark corner, my insides are dead and my eyes are cold.
My eyes are flat as my sight turn to my companion, so shiny, so sharp, only one of many weapons I use to slice my wrists into shreds.
My companion’s name: ‘razor blade’
I wrap my wrists in the sleeves of my jacket.
Voices around me scream my name as I lift the barrel to my head, I place my finger on the trigger and close my eyes.
I drown out the screams to stop,My heart stops beating and I fall to the ground.
The gun falls to the ground away from me barrel still […]
I don’t even know where to start explaining this…for that matter I’m not even sure that I’m trying to explain something to begin with. Maybe I’m just trying to understand it. Maybe some part of my brain is hoping that if I string enough words together someone, somewhere, will be able to explain it all to me.
I don’t even know if I’m suicidal. I used to think that “suicidal” was something definitive. Something that you’d know if you were or you weren’t. It didn’t seem like the sort of thing you’d miss, you know? I suppose if someone asked me outright I’d say no, I’m […]