Put those pills
Down on the table
Put that razer blade away
for you dont need that
Put away that gun and rope
For we shouldn't sweat the small
Stuff by
Sweat I
Mean **** yourself
Over it
You don't need to
To it.

It
Is
Ok
To
Be human
It
Is
OK
To
be
Stressed
Out
And
Emotional but is not a good idea to
Take one's own life.

I remember
Something so horrific
In the seventh grade
Some kid brought
A video tape
Of an autopsy of
An anorexic woman
Afraid
I
Vowed
That
No
Matter how
Sh*tty
I
Will
Live
My
Life to old age.

I
Would
Rather
Hear
You
Complain and *****
About
The *******
And
Drama
Than
Your f*cking
Autopsy

It is supper time
It is all most
Time for us to rejoice
Two broken souls
Can they create
Happiness
I think so.

Day time is lonely
So I busy myself
With photography and art
But that's not even
For you
Are always in my
Mind and
Hearts as you
Busy with your studies as alonely
As i am.

The only thing
Or person
That makes me smile
Is my love
My one and only
Not even family makes me smile
Though loyal
To them.

Although I am
Smiling
This hide my true feeling
Of the world
Which is a tantric war torn
Pervse place
Where the unsavory
Congrigate.

***** looks are
My specialty
You know the evil eye
For
I have a poker face just scary
Yet more beautiful
Than Charles Manson

My poker face is on
My gaze in you
I don't like you
You watch
Yourself
Pal
For you're
A tantric low life.