suicidal tendencies

when i found you that day your eyes were wider than normal

eyes full of lies, mistrust and dispise

enough to make you cry

and i couldn’t help but realize that all of your hate was for yourself

your one way ticket to ecstasy, you weren’t really alone as long as you diden’t take your medication.

your label was “weird”

it’s weird the way the people who are weird are the most sane

tell me, why is that?

you clinged onto anything that movedbut tell me, did they feel the same?

your big claim to fame

was pretending it diden’t hurt

i remember the scars, watching you walk away

i watched you go astray

but you couldn’r complain

you like it like that

the girl that’s always messed up, out of luck

that “what’s her name?” who cares.

as long as you got paid

and now i see the blood-shot eyes, the mirror reflecting what you dispise

watch the tears no longer fall

we all knew you’d take the fall

but no one knew when, no one cared

where you really that scared?

scarred beyond recognition

your enternal pain seeping through

and now you are no more

as your dreams fade away this reality is real, everything starts to peel

at least you can’t feel

the hurt and the lies, the pain in your eyes

it’s time to say goodbye

the star that shimmers fades away

By The Evil Cheezman

Purveyor of sacred truths and purloined letters; literary acrobat; spiritual godson of Edgar Allan Poe, P.T. Barnum, and Ed Wood; WAYNE MILLER is the head architect of EVIL CHEEZ PRODUCTIONS, serving up the finest in entertainment and edification for the stage, the page, and the twain screens, silver and computer. He is the axe-murderer who once met Andy Griffith.