I Write Poetry
HE THOUGHT IT WAS COOL TO HURT ME AGAIN,
THIS TIME HE LAUGHED, HE EVEN BROUGHT FRIENDS.
I CALLED FOR OUT HELP, I SCREAMED AND I CRIED,
BUT ALL I COULD THINK OF WAS MY SUICIDE.
OH F-CK ! OH SHYT! I'VE DONE IT AGAIN!
THIS TIME THE BLOOD STREAM WILL NOT SEEM TO END.
THE RIVER IS FLOWING A VELVETY RED,
THE PAIN HAS ME HIGH, BUT IT'S ALL IN MY HEAD
YOU THINK THAT I'VE GONE COMPLETELY INSANE
STUCK IN A DELUSION THAT'S CAUGHT IN MY BRAIN
I'M SO SICK & F-CKING TIRED OF TRYING & TRYING
CONSTANTLY DREAM ABOUT HOW I'LL BE DYING
OH WHEN WILL IT STOP, OH WHEN WILL IT END
THE PAIN IS MY LOVER AND MY ONLY FRIEND
THE DOPE DIDN'T HELP IT JUST MADE ME ILL
USING THAT SHYT TOOK AWAY MY FREEWILL
PAIN IS HERION OF MY OWN PRIVATE BRAND
WHEN I SEE MY BLOOD THE FEELING IS GRAND
IT IS A HIGH FROM WHICH I CANNOT ABSTAIN
THE FEELING IS BETTER THAN THE PUREST COCAINE
I REACH FOR THE BLADE AND SLICE THROUGH MY SKIN
THE PERSONAL HIGH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN
YET THREE YEARS LATER I'LL LOOK IN THE MIRROR
AND NOTICE THE END HAS COME SUBLTY NEARER
I GRAB THE BOTTLE OF PILLS AND DOWN THEM WITH GIN
AND ULTIMATELY INTO DEATH I AM SOON TO GIVE IN...............