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Ahhhhhhh...... my nice deppressing poetry..... if you are feeling a little bit suicidal or something then I advise you not to read these

Chains

Save me from these chains,
Please kill me now,
Bring freedom with the knife,
Please take my life.

I long to be free,
But chains are holding me,
These chains bind me to life,
These chains full of pain.

I can't trust anyone but you,
To let me go with kindness,
I can't do it on my own,
Don't let me live, take the knife.

I long to be free,
But chains are holding me,
These chains bind me to life,
These chains full of pain.

The whole world hates me now,
What else can I do?
Its better that I drift away,
From what I always knew.

Corrupt Me

Good girl, without a clue,
No one really knew you,
Alone in this bad world,
Make me one of yours

Please teach me to be bad,
Show me the best time I ever had,
Please corrupt me,
I'm not the good girl anymore,

In this fucked up world of pain,
The good have nothing to gain,
Letting evil grow within,
I am one of yours,

Please teach me to be bad,
Show me the best time I ever had,
Please corrupt me,
I'm not the good girl anymore,

I'm in with the wrong crowd,
Right for me now,
The quiet one becomes loud
Forever one of yours

Damage

Have your fun and die young,
Fucked up liver, fucked up lung,
Fucked up your life, but having fun,
Now you know the damage is done,

The life you have left,
Short but sweet,
Die in the gutter,
A piece of meat.

Now you want your life to end,
Just die now, follow the trend,
Everyone's doing it, all the range,
Now the sane seem strange

The life you have left,
Short but sweet,
Die in the gutter,
A piece of meat.

Gravedigger

People dying everyday,
Some of us cannot be saved,
Many people mourn for days,
Other people dig the graves,

You're a gravedigger, sweat in the sun,
Grave digger, shiver in the moonlight,
Gravedigger, your works never done,
Till someone's digging your hole.

Worn out faces pass you,
World weary faces pass,
Even living seem dead,
In the graveyard of beds,
Here do they rest.

You're a gravedigger, sweat in the sun,
Grave digger, shiver in the moonlight,
Gravedigger, your works never done,
Till someone's digging your hole.

Sweat on your back, exhausted,
Finished, the grave for a friend,
He lent you your life,
He took your knife,
Your last favor to him, done.

Scars

Scars on my wrist lie of bravery,
But I had not the strength to look,
These wounds, painful reminders,
Of the weakness spreading as I shook,

In search for strength I found my friends,
Fed on them, took what I could,
A private sea of pity, I search for myself,
Hidden from me, I drown in sorrow.

Red scars on pale white skin,
Anger let this horror in,
Self pity showed it no way out,
My trust is tainted with doubt,

Fear of the knife that cut me before,
The need to do it again,
Blood spills, I find I like the pain,
Although I know I have nothing to gain.

But I don't need to bleed again,
Not by my own knife,
I don't need to feed of others,
Mine is my life

Wish

I wish no one would see me die,
Wish no one knew me,
Wish I had never lied,
Wish no one could see me cry.

If I was invisible,
I could hide forever,
People would forget,
And I'd be alone.

My life in front of many eyes,
Hate their prying into lives,
Soon they will see my lies,
So I should disappear

If I was invisible,
I could hide forever,
People would forget,
And I'd be alone.

A cage of lies I have built,
No escape, no escape,
Every word full of guilt,
Let me disappear

Outcasts

Here in the street,
The outcasts meet,
Companionship with them,
Bittersweet.

I'm on the wrong side of the track,
Trapped I can't get back,
I can only join the pack,
Forget what I lack.

Unwanted, unloved, forgotten,
Lying there going rotten.
Deadened eyes,
And hair like cotton.

I'm on the wrong side of the track,
Trapped I can't get back,
I can only join the pack,
Forget what I lack.

Trodden over, trodden down,
Ridiculed like a clown,
Nearly naked,
Wearing a thorny crown.

Anger

Anger comes unstoppable,
Anger grows and anger feeds,
Hurting people with its needs,
Anger destroys, never mends,
Morality twists and bends,
Meaning is lost in the flames,
Of passionate aims,
Kindness, love scorched by the fire,
Tied up on the funeral pyre,
Bitterness finds itself alone,
And the flames will die,
To see the love and kindness,
Curled up in a corner,
Clutching to reason,
Because they never die.

Why?

Blood running down cracks,
In pale white skin,
From an old wound,
Blood matches the night sky,
And you wonder why.

Every day you lie,
As tears run down your face,
From that old wound,
It always bleeds,
And hate it feeds.

You don't know where it leads,
The path you follow,
Every step you take,
Leads you away,
But you know you cant stay.

Now you know the truth,
Hate bleeds from you heart,
But you let it,
As you lay there and die,
And you wonder why.

This is only some of my more recent stuff, ill be putting some of my older things on here later