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May 2017
I ******* hate drugs... And I ******* hate pain.
I hate than any one ever has to deal with feeling insane.
I hate that any one ever knew what it was like to be high.
I hate that so many people are way to young when they die.
I hate that people fall inlove with broken souls
I hate that people drag others into their holes.
I hate that No one really has enough time
I hate that all some people have is that last line.
I hate suffering, I hate death, I hate unfairness.

I am so ******* mad and I am so ******* hurt.

Why do beautiful young people have to over dose.
Or get hit by a car. Anyeurism or bleed out in the bath tub.

Shot Gun to the mouth. Why, why, why, why....

Its killing me, just knowing that so many people are suffering.
SO many people have been changed have been forced into a death cycle.

I want to save them all I wish I could.

I am so mad. That i can't.

I want to save you and love you and hold you. and stop you from killing yourselves.
Pan's Central Express SYRNIX
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Pan's Central Express SYRNIX  122/East Of EDEN
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