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and I suppose, going through the motions doesn't help any?
To reveal what goes on inside our heads.
To bring to light the deep demons that lay out our paths.
Murderer.
You said you liked words like that.
Words that mean something.

It can't be helped. They said. She needs someone They said.
They say, when you're young you can be anything. And we're all naive enough to think that's true.
That friends are in little pretty houses. That we'll be best friends forever!

But oh, how they did forget.
Reality is much, much colder.
We weren't told of the drugs or the fighting or the crying and the screaming in your closet, while your dad goes outside to punch the car, because he's mad!.

They didn't tell you this.
They didn't tell you that life would push you to the edge. That moment where it all hits you all at once.
Where it gets to be too much. When the drugs don't give you a high like they used to, because we're so used to it.
Stealing. Sex. Cocaine. Just to numb it all away.

And so what if you contemplate putting a gun to your head to drown it all out. Where the only words you learn to ever say are Fuck OFF!. Because we're so tired. And tormented.
Tired of screaming and yelling and fighting and biting and cursing and swearing..

It does get to be too much to handle..
Take the knife. And make it bleed.. For a long, long time..
Let me suffer, just a little. Please.
Numb me. Then tell me you love me. Even though I was just someone to bang. Thrown out like garbage.

You never thought of the words.
Or the effect they'd have on my conscience. Driven to that bridge, and you watched me jump.
I need this!

I told you with tears flowing down my face.
I need this...

They didn't tell you that either..
But fuck it all anyway..
Fuck this world.

We're dead inside anyway..

~End~

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and I suppose, going through the motions doesn't help any?
To reveal what goes on inside our heads.
To bring to light the deep demons that lay out our paths.
Murderer.
You said you liked words like that.
Words that mean something.

It can't be helped. They said. She needs someone They said.
They say, when you're young you can be anything. And we're all naive enough to think that's true.
That friends are in little pretty houses. That we'll be best friends forever!

But oh, how they did forget.
Reality is much, much colder.
We weren't told of the drugs or the fighting or the crying and the screaming in your closet, while your dad goes outside to punch the car, because he's mad!.

They didn't tell you this.
They didn't tell you that life would push you to the edge. That moment where it all hits you all at once.
Where it gets to be too much. When the drugs don't give you a high like they used to, because we're so used to it.
Stealing. Sex. Cocaine. Just to numb it all away.

And so what if you contemplate putting a gun to your head to drown it all out. Where the only words you learn to ever say are Fuck OFF!. Because we're so tired. And tormented.
Tired of screaming and yelling and fighting and biting and cursing and swearing..

It does get to be too much to handle..
Take the knife. And make it bleed.. For a long, long time..
Let me suffer, just a little. Please.
Numb me. Then tell me you love me. Even though I was just someone to bang. Thrown out like garbage.

You never thought of the words.
Or the effect they'd have on my conscience. Driven to that bridge, and you watched me jump.
I need this!

I told you with tears flowing down my face.
I need this...

They didn't tell you that either..
But fuck it all anyway..
Fuck this world.

We're dead inside anyway..

~End~