Monday, April 29, 2013

The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes

A shot to kill the pain
A pill to drain the shame
A purge to stop the gain

A cut to break the vein
A smoke to ease the crave
A drink to win the game
An addiction's an addiction 
Because it always hurts the same 


Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp
Acid stains you
Drugs cause cramps
Guns aren't lawful
Nooses give
Gas smells awful
You might as well live

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