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| Just wrote this now- forgive the crap
Drink all you want, baby
nobody cares
Smoke all you want, baby
nobody's there
Scream all you want, baby
pull out your hair
Cut all you want, baby
fight off despair
Die all you want, baby
they aren't even aware | | |
| ~Lucky Strikes~
Looking at myself in the mirror, like an
Underworld princess,
Cigarette between my pouted lips,
Kiss ready, eyes smudged dark, pupils dilated by
Your alcohol, I can only think that
Suicide looks good on me. Lets do another shot, baby.
Think about my body under your hands, go ahead, because
Really, we both know it’ll never happen.
It’s satisfying, though, to know I’m
Killing myself- that I’m actually doing it-
Even if it’ll take years at this pace for
Something to finally do the job | | |
| Adolescent Alphabet
~for every stupid teenager i've ever met. Or been~
A is for Asphalt
B is for Bone
C is for minor Crimes that you Condone
D is for Drinking
E is for Ecs
F is for Faking sick and unsafe sex
G is for Gifted
H is for Hurt
I is for Irritating blood flecked shirt
J is for Jealous
K is for Kin
L is for never Letting assholes win
M is for Mirrors
N is for Night
O is for Overwhelming need to fight
P is for Passion
Q is for Quit
R is for Resting up before you split
S is for Stupid
T is for Truth
U is for Using Scotch to drown your youth
V is for Vital
W’s Warm
X is for etching X’s in your arm
Y is for Youthful
Z is for Zeal
Alphabet dreaming in a world too real
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| Jealousy Ghost
Just when I began to sense myself,
Everything had to change.
A single thought that used to kill me-
Liquor, drugs, such cowardly notions-
Oh, but now, such things entice,
Urging thoughts of
Something that will numb this terrible
Young despair.
Give me my weak escape, my
Household fix of daddy’s vicodin.
Oh God, my mind is torn with
Shame at this reversal- my morality
Turned to dust in the wake of this hate.
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| Shut The Fuck Up
So, this is what it comes to-
Hearing you in my dreams.
Understanding nothing, only fantasizing
Terribly of running away.
Taking everything you love,
Hurting you, finally
Ending this obtuse, foolish hope of yours.
Forgetting myself,
Urging you to hit me.
Come on then,
Kiss me on the cheek,
Under the guise of
Parent.
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