This is for anyone who’s ever been called a freak, for anyone who’s ever felt like their world was about to end. This is for you. This is for everyone who has been picked on, ever been called a loser, anyone who’s ever wanted to wither away. This is for you.
Author: QuietFairWarning
Russian Roulet- My favourite game.
Death- my favourite state of being.
Suicide- yeah, within 24 hours of writing this probably.
Guilty
Guilty of so many crimes There’s nothing left of our youthful minds We’re lost in a world with no love Where hatred is all anyone thinks of
When You Went Away
I cried so hard that night When you went away I’m alone in this fight You knew I’d listen to what you’d say
Ripped
Ripped apart from the sleeping melody A violence seen nowhere in memory This action’s only a parody Of what’s ripped her apart
Pin It To The Wall
Every time I think I know just what I want It slips away I heard the sighing in your chest But now it’s gone
Trazodone Drone
Boredom gets the best of me The bottle that slumbers under my bed Beacons to me while I fight to stay sober But addiction overcomes my resistance
Shy’s Story
Shuddering at all that’s presented He hides from everyone That basement room becomes his heaven Because he’s never dreamed of better
Revenge
Alright, I’m a punk. And people hate punks. I can live with that. But today my best friend Steve-o was run down by a carload of preps from the local high school.
Candlelight Hope
I sit in my room And ponder death Like when you hear the boom And take your last breath
Agree
Agree with what isn’t true Just to make sure you make it through