POETRY
Something more . . . . . Razors hurt you, friends desurt you, cigarettes kill, kids addicted to a pill. People try to care, alllways sayin theyve been there, they just allways seem to lie, so many people want to die. Give you drugs to make you perfect, though you know you dont deserve it, children mutilate there arms, while adults keep them away from harm. Try to fill our hearts with trust, but all we feel is your lust, bruized by their mothers, hated by their brothers. Friends just try to steroytype, everything that happens in your life, girls dressing like ditzy models, they look like they belong in a brothel. When all attempts seem to give....Why the hell should you live.-RACHEL JOANISSE DEC-10-2003| When i kill myself i'll... |
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