I love you like a drug,
You shake me off with a shrug,
"Sugar baby," I tell you while we hug,
You think I'm a huge lug,
"I got you a mug" I said
"It says Doug"
"It's the thought that counts " I said  
She rolls her eyes and sends me to Doug's dog house.

People ask me what it feels to have depression,
I answer the question, "This question is not your real question, ask me the real question."
People ask me what is depression, to a depressed person,
"It's like a drug that feels so good, but can **** you at any time."
People ask me how I cope with this depression,
"Take more of it, just like tylenol"

When a man was asked to **** another man who had committed treason,
They said there was nothing wrong with killing him because he was doing a service for his country.
The man obliged and shot the man in the temple.
Two days later he was killed by the government of his country for committing ******.

On the  bus, on the bus, we have places to go, things to do, on the bus on the bus lets go.
We shove each other  on in to and fro impatient still without coffee.
We do many things on the bus.
We sleep; some snore, some don't.
We look at each other waiting for someone to dare try talking to them.
We say hello rarely, it sets suspicions lower.
Some read, most don't.
Some do their makeup. Really only one.
Some forget to change for work, the rest don't.
We have small talk that leads into mumbling, then falls into sleep.
45 minutes later we arrive at our location and one by one we get off the bus.
Tired, hungry, needing coffee, we do the whole thing over the next day.  
Off the bus, off the bus, we have places to go, things to do, off the bus off the bus lets go.

Spit in my face and laugh at the shame of society.
I am but a fantasy placed in the world for the use of anyone.
I am a tool for you to use for whatever, I am a thing that contributes for nothing that everybody hates.

The world does not need me,
All I cause is the pain and grief of others.
People say they see a light in my eyes,
I see a light in which does not burn but dies.
People also say that I have to express what I feel,
I do not care what I feel because it does not matter what I feel.
I care in only what other people feel.

Smack, jab, punch,
I hit the ground blood on the floor I get back up,
Kick, jab, punch,
I hit the ground teeth on the floor I get back up,
Knee, jab, punch,
I hit the ground I see a bone sticking out I get back up,
Elbow, jab, punch,
I hit the ground and my arms twisted I get back up,
Stab, jab, punch,
I hit the ground and lye there and I don't get back up,
Lift, carry, off,