urges
why we lay and watch our ****
no matter our friend's face of scorn
again
the reason we shoot up drugs,
hiding our standards under the kitchen rug
must
we slice and gouge into our skin
hoping to forget our scarring sin
need
chugging pints of beer and wine
wishing for a life divine
more
the girl in the clouds will constantly starve
just so others can want her slim carve
want
a person will harass and bully
the quiet kid without knowing them fully
stop
after all of the hurt and pain
there is no reason to go insane