Words Finally Spoken
Call another number,Feel another breeze,
You haven't quite noticed,
The tricks up in their sleeves.
Sad is the story,
The one that is read,
As they slit your throat,
And tuck you into bed.
They're asking for your help,
You have no help to give,
It's slowly killing you,
To go on and live.
They use your heart and soul,
Just to beat for them,
Then just like a rug,
They walk on you again.
Then you finally feel,
Yes you finally see,
You finally get to scream,
Get the fuck off of me.
Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2008-02-21 at 18:58
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