this is my addictionPop a pill and take it
Maybe you'll forge the day
Pop some more and fake it
Maybe it will go away
Grab the knife and test it
Is it sharp enough to work?
Break the skin, detest it
The blood lingers, just to irk
Smile at the relief you feel
Smile as if it's not quite real
Smile as the pain dissolves
Smile as problems resolve
I don't need it, I can cope without
I don't need therapy or another way out
I don't need counselling or hugs
I don't need alcohol or drugs
Pretend life is all just fiction
After all, This is my addiction
Four AM ForeverFour AM
for the end?
Circles. Just small, white circles.
What's the use?
What's the point?
Like the pills
like the end
Sweet nothings to calm and excite
I Love You
Hands, lips, all over me
Your breath on my cheek
Pressed hard against mine
Is it so wrong?
Whats all the fuss about?
Smiling and laughing and dancing without music
Times to visit in my darkest hours
Anger and hatred
Narrow-minded people deciding that two of the same gender cannot love
Cannot feel the same passion for one another that others can
Separated by society
Too much to take, there is no point in life
Then someone comes along, changes it all
Widens the gaze of the people