NATO confiscated my calculator as a weapon of math destruction

Or

Matches to a pyrotechnic cartographer are weapons of map destruction

Or

Moth eggs in the wardrobe are weapons of mac destruction

Or

Nuclear bombs used in warfare are weapons of mans destruction

Let me be the razor blade
you glide across your wrist
let me be the bottle
when you long to get ******
let me be the cigarette
you smoke through trembling lips
let me be the calories
You fear upon your hips
let me be the mirror dear
that lies when you undress
let me be the meds you take
when your minds a mess
let me be the phone call
unanswered by a friend
let me be the tear drops
you shed at each days end
let me be whatever
it is you feel you need
coz I will NEVER let you be...

I'll always intercede

I tried to write a happy poem
But my hand stayed still
My paper stayed blank
And my mind was empty

So instead I wrote this poem
Of my failed attempt
To write about an emotion
I haven't felt in so long

Here you are coming
Here I am going
You the new born
Me the old man

Take my advice dear
Before it is you leave here
Reach for the stars
Grab all that you can

Cause in the end
All your left with are memories
Even those memories
Are few and far between

Take the folly of youth
Live it to the limit
Take this wisdom I've given
Then forget about me

The surface of the water
Is first to be seen
But the real beauty lies
Beneath the sea

Wanted!
Distractions for my sadness
All ideas are welcome
Make these feelings disappear
And you'll be rewarded
With the satisfaction of saving my life