"overdosing" poems
You ***** need to stop I'm sorry for hurting your feelings I'm not the one that usually disrespects humans faith and love for something that doesn't even exist - I mean that I believe doesn't exist but you can still live you've got your feelings hurt but thousands of us can not longer hold on or have stopped living - 68 percent of us to be precise have met you speakers telling beautiful stories about saving and love but let your eyes meet ours and you'll have a cemetery party with champagne and cake for my people that unfortunatly met you - so called followers of everything that's right too many of us asked for acceptance nobody wants acceptance anymore after you've hurt people over some old book pushing things on us we're not just don't be ignorant it makes your mind look so small for a person with such a big mouth that normally shouts leviticus twenty:thirdteen those are the numbers numbers we already read, heard have screamed while overdosing on pain,blood and touch by you pedophiles that treat us like some dust trust me too many of us know and won't come back so bring them back climb your way to your heaven and ask like the angel you are -father is killing your youth right?
~.V.~
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
feeling
super super super
Sᵤᵢcᵢdₐl
don't tell my friends
or my family
It's getting too hot in this clown suit
give me a bottle of sunshine
I'm overdosing
no one needs to care for me
don't get mad
we can be friends
I won't spill my secrets
I'm feeling
super super super
▌│█║s̶u̶i̶c̶i̶d̶a̶l̶ █│▌
can I take off the mask
I can't look ahead
nose bleeding
I love taking a leap
a shot of hope
everything
in my life
is a metaphor
who wrote this sad story
where's my sad ending
ᵒᵘᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃⁿ ᵃᵈᵛᵉⁿᵗᵘʳᵉ
ᴵ'ˡˡ ᵈⁱᵉ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ
ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ˢᶜʳᵉᵉⁿ
ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘⁿ ⁱˢ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢⁱᵗᵉ ˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉ
ˢʰᵉ'ˢ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉᵃⁿ
ˢˡᵉᵉᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒᵘᶜʰ
ⁿᵒ ᵒⁿᵉ ⁱˢ ᵃʳᵒᵘⁿᵈ
ˡᵒⁿᵉˡʸ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳⁿᵒᵒⁿˢ
ᵃ ᵇʳᵃᵛᵉ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ
ˡⁱᵉˢ
ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡⁱᵉˢ
ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿʸ
ˡᵃᵘᵍʰⁱⁿᵍ
ᵇᵒⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ
ˡᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ
ᵈᵃʳᵏ ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ
ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ᵒᶠ ʷⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ
ᶠᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ
ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵃⁿ ᵉⁿᵈ
ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵉᵈʳᵒᵒᵐ ⁿᵒʷ
I'm hurting
my pain is loud
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
Take me to the hospital
I think im overdosing
I couldn’t take it anymore
Good thing they diagnosed me.
He lied there and cried from those pills
Thought if he died he'd be something real
Scars are not always visible
Beaten with words, never felt so invincible
He’s quiet but, his mind is screaming
Tried to figure it out, life has no meaning
They all say its a phase he'll be better soon.
In reality he never was, now what do they do?
__
Chorus
Nobody takes him seriously
Some kind of conspiracy
When they find out
It will be too late
You cant stop
The constant beating
Of self hate
__
Give him a chance to speak
Give him a break from everything he’s seen.
If no one picks him up
He will forever be in our dreams
No more reality
Life just isn't what it seems
Another pill popper, a maniac, a **** smoker, addicted to crack.
When they’re gone you can't bring them back
The state he’s in its caring he lacks
No one gives him confidence so,
He slacks and he slacks.
No job to pay the bills, just a drug dealing act
You can't make money when you ingest all the profit.
When its too late there's no way to stop it
__
chorus
Nobody takes him seriously
Some kind of conspiracy
When they find out
It will be too late
You cant stop
The constant beating
Of self hate
__
He was too young, and it was too soon.
He can't fix what he already consumed.
Sitting all alone in his room.
He was satisfied.
For that one moment he felt alive.
He said he'd be happier if he died.
Yes we cried but, we all moved on
For people like him, I wrote this song
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
"Funny, I don't remember no good dope days. I remember walking for miles in a dope fiend haze. I remember sleeping in houses that had no electric. I remember being called a ****** but I couldn't accept it. I remember hanging out in abandos that were empty and dark. I remember shooting up in the bathroom and falling out at the park. I remember nodding out in front of my sisters kid. I remember not remembering half of the things that I did. I remember the dope man's time frame, just ten more minutes. I remember those days being so sick that I just wanted to end it. I remember the birthdays and holiday celebrations. All the things I missed during my incarceration. I remember overdosing on my bedroom floor. I remember my sisters cry and my dad having to break down the door. I remember the look on his face when I opened my eyes, thinking today was the day that his baby had died. I remember blaming myself when my mom decided to leave. I remember the guilt I felt in my chest making it hard to breathe. I remember caring so much but not knowing how to show it. and I know to this day that she probably don't even know it. I remember feeling like I lost all hope. I remember giving up my body for the next bag of dope. I remember only causing pain, destruction and harm. I remember the track marks the needles left on my arm. I remember watching the slow break up of my home. I remember thinking my family would be better off if I just left them alone. I remember looking in the mirror at my sickly completion. I remember not recognizing myself in my own **** reflection. I remember constantly obsessing over my next score but what I remember most is getting down on my knees and asking God to save me cuz I don't want to do this no more !!!"
- Delaney Farrell
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, somethings I just couldn't stop writing about:)
steps echoed down the stairs bringing a wild relief to his blare
approach of silence to regret the resilience
of an unspoken battle of illicit stares in defiance
embrace of warmth heartens the overdosing serenity
hold of love for the first time in months
bringing safe havens to my desperate soul magnificently
------ravenfeels
Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:25 PM UTC
You can't give love
only to take it back
but I swallow words
like pills these days
and the side affects
have no warning label
and overdosing is
too often fatal
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
You think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. well you’re wrong. i would. and so would so many other people.
Okay listen here, even though this won’t matter in a week or even tomorrow I just want you to know that:
You are worth so much more than you think.
You were placed on this earth for a reason, everyone has a reason to live no matter how small it may be. There is always hope, there is always help. There is always something better to do than **** yourself.
If you died tonight by taking your own life you would affect so many. No don’t just say “Pfft, yeah right” because someone will.
What if tomorrow your best friend wakes up and you’re not there? Do you know how devastated they will be. They will blame themselves. What if they had talked to you a little longer that night? or finally told you that they love you? A million questions will race though their mind. They will blame themselves for therest of their life.
Your family don’t care either? They do. What happens when they find your body? They will shake your trying the wake you, but you never will. They will cry out for you, tell you to come back. They need you here, without you here? They are missing half of themselves. Their own blood dead. They also will blame it on themselves. What if I woke up earlier to get them out of bed? What did I do wrong as a parent? Why couldn’t they talk to me? The same million questions pestering them for the rest of their lives. How about burying their child before them, that is one of the worst things, out living your own child.
You probably think killing yourself is easy? It’s not. Bleeding out takes hours and it’s excruciating painful. Overdosing, if you don’t do it right you could mess up your organs forever. All the ways of killing yourself have a chance that they will not work and if they don’t you will live with those scars forever.
You’re probably going to blow this off and forget about it but can you at least remember that you are beautiful and you are worth so much more. please don’t take your life tonight or tomorrow or next week because if you survive this monster that eats away your mind everyday you will be able to tell your children and their children that..
You survived.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:45 AM UTC
i exist somewhere between the kick drum and the snare
i am the blood thundering in our veins
i am the rhythm that gives us life
i am the 375 nanometers of ultraviolet light shining down on you
i am the space between the notes and the silence before the drop
i am oscillation, reverberation, undulation of bassline
i am rattling ribcage from excess decibels
i am titinnitus waiting to strike.
3,4-methylenedioxy-N-methylamphetamine, Lysergic acid diethylamide, tetrahydrocannabinol, ethanol, benzoylmethylecgonine; choose your poison so that you may enjoy me better
i am the sweat that slicks our skin and keeps us cool
i am the longing look that leaps from eye to eye
i am mellifluous melody, motivator of movement, master of mind.
i am the sea of strangers you find yourself lost in, minimally clad bodies moving in ways you didn't know were possible.
i am the fire-poi spinner, the LED hula-hooper, the melbourne-shuffling madman, the obnoxious bro, the ancient hippie, the obviously underage girl, the idiot overdosing in the corner, and the person wearing more pony beads than clothes.
i am the rave.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 3:01 PM UTC
Hand traces - combing through her hair
Pull closer - leaning in - for the leftover - body
And sleeve is bloodied - "It ain't me"
A pressing on the chest - "He's overdosing"
Fragrant delight - of given vision
Spreading legs - "Let's toss him into bath"
The flow corrupts eyesight and hearing
No echo - dark - she locks and crosses feet
A tracing up her neck - invites hip linger
Sensations thirst - "Just take me" - kissing lips
And vibrant touch of skin - a thrill
Sinks sound - the desperate begging
"Suits you the least" - for being favoured
Hits syringe - light starts to flicker
"Take him by arms" - a splash
And eyelids heavy -
Her fingers digging into back
A jolt - each ******
Is moaned for harder - "Dead"
Convulsion - numbing self
And emptied reasons' dullness - strips
All vomitary hope -
An ache for clarity -
And fertile womb
For "being human" impregnation
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 9:05 AM UTC
Pills and potions
We're overdosing
I'm angry but I still love you
Pills and potions
We're overdosing
Can't stand it but I still love you
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:41 AM UTC
Free falling; gone in an instant-- blink of an eyelash faster than lightning, flashing like brilliance
Drilling holes into the psyche
Astronomical; impeccable aim
Breathtaking colors with patterns like kaleidoscopes the creativity blows the mind
It's the morphine you can take without overdosing in pain and numbness
It's the chase you can't escape if you wanted to but you won't even try
It's the height of ecstasy and the awe of gratification
Its pure and magnetizing invigoration
When you prove what you set out to prove
When you give it all, you have everything to lose
The negative chatter fills the gaps of endurance and credence
The silence of the aftermath, leaves a clear distinctive taste
All the critics and the villains siphon air so you lose the ability to breathe
There is a glimmer, a tiny microorganism still standing on two feet pushing forward
Moving slow
Falling sideways
All, all alone
Glowing, fueling, bursting...flooding roadblocks, causing traffic
All the commotion is seeding havoc
Like an artist left unknown...you will grow
Flow and flower into a masterpiece
And the free fall secures you high amongst the nebula
There is no more spiraling downwards there is only a tiger lurking, always ready to pounce
On their victims, on the goals you've set ahead
Like a real winner always does, you finish first
because you did your very best
You're a tiger and you just earned you your stripes
So leave the amateurs on their soap box discombobulated
You're resilient, even savvy
You're a vision to be reckoned with
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
good boys can wait their turn
have me when I'm dead and ready
right now im physcotic
only care about narcotics
this raging traffic inside my head
symphonic, I'm overdosing
always going
catatonic
because I'm a doll hooked on adderall
you wish I'd fall
I know you wanna see me off the ledge
but I'm 6 feet tall
in my fur coat stillettos golden halls
turning gray alleys and we can't breathe
we can't breathe and death's a tease
******* thief
if you ask me
and what I wouldn't give
for a bad boy to just be good
treat her right, one night
to hold a hand with no claws
kiss a face, no bite involved
all these boys from outta town
already dead, and out of ground
giving me heartache, fade in, blackout
it's too **** late
just wanna sleep
take another pill, live-in hell
it's all you ever wanted
la princessa fell
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
*Serenity Echoing In Reverse,
Stagnant Resolutions Choking Her Universe,
Submerging Her Dreams Into A Sterilized Verse.
Sedated In Perpetual Twilights,
Mechanical Love & ****** Satellites,
She Whispers Essences Of Kryptonite.
Victim To A Perpetual Reaction,
She Transforms Into A Violet Abstraction,
Echoing Prismatic Deflections.
Technician To Her Own Serenades,
She Embraces Her Heartache Blockades,
Overdosing On Intoxicating Escapades.
Evoking Constellations Of His Ionized Memories,
She Overdoses On Comatose Reveries,
And Spectral Illusions Of Synthetic Stories.
Amplifications So Sacred & Profane,
Simulations Raving Into Codependent Stains,
Fragmentations Entranced In Her Bulletproof Frames.
Cherub Starlight & Everlasting Gaze,
Transitions Fusing Into Astral Maze,
The Essence Of Ecstasy Of His Sentiments Sways.*
- 04:27AM
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Sitting here, thinking about death, about which death to choose, about which passing of time to write about. I am sweating, like, hold your breath or die sweat. It is hot here, but it isn't the temperature that is making my glands leak, it is the memories, it is the death grip that takes my heart when i remember, when i write about life leaving, silence stealing from the night.
Heroine. She's a tuff-tender ***** with soft sleepy skin, the daughter of Morpheus, who takes your breath and holds it inside you. Somniferous, She likes to sit alongside you while you die, she holds your hand and whispers in your ear, allaying fear and slowly she wraps her fingers around your lungs. So tired, of this world, of this life; you think, i'll just close my eyes, nothing new about being on the nod, nothing strange about this tiredness that follows a quick projectile puke in the gutter.
Let sleeping dogs lie.
Writing about Overdosing. It is a strange thing, a quick story, one minute your blinking, nodding, often murmuring, then asleep.
Lucky the dog who runs in a pack.
Lucky the man who walks with strangers by his side.
I don't remember much of what happened before i closed my eyes.
A shot, pin ***** relief, then, quickly/slowly/gone. It is night out, with a dark and steady sky, I am watching the stars through slitted eyes and loving my life, loving my wife; ****** how she makes my heart sing. I am glad to be far from withdrawing, i am happy to be in sin with my lovers, stainless steel turemo picks.
It is my first blast for the night and apparently my last.
There is no warning, no red flag that appears in my minds eye. Just silence and a world fading away. A heartbeat disappearing. Short shallow breath and a small niggling concern that soon will come the time when i am not high then...
I am going. I am gone. I have died.
The strangest thing about dying is not dying. The hardest thing about it all is waking up and realising you were finally gone, you were finally done with the rigmorale, the procedure, of living, of life. You had reached the ultimate goodbye. And now you are back. Still high but not high enough to be faced with the living. Narcan gives your lungs back, it breathes back into you what She stole away. Wanting more then ever to ***** but not wanting to puke on the paramedics lap. Fear of police and reprisal, anxiety soars high on the agenda of the recently revived. A trip the hospital, a free ride, then signing out early, i have shots to blast, a past to wipe out, a life to live or die trying.
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 5:01 PM UTC
Your drugs come in a plastic baggie inhaled through your nose,
I inhale the scent of your skin looking at you i froze,
My parents warned me about you, a bad boy with good lips,
Overdosing on your mystery your mind concealed like a solar eclipse,
Puffing on a beneficial herb that makes you sleep at night,
Who'd of known i could become high from you; a tragically damaged delight.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
Humor me with your insults
By now I’ve heard this stand up comedy routine so many times
I could do it sitting down
Laughter is the best medicine but I am overdosing
This substance in a prescription bottle with your name on it
It makes me toss my head back with the pills
And I laugh and I laugh
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 1:40 PM UTC
**** you…
**** you for not giving me the keys to the car.
**** you for not letting use my own money to buy things for myself.
**** you for not even trying to help me.
**** you for ruining my Thanksgiving.
**** you for ruining my Christmas.
**** you for changing your password and not letting me into your life.
**** you for falling in love with someone else.
**** you for running away from me.
**** you for breaking off all contact with me.
**** you for giving me hope and then taking that away from me.
**** you for overdosing and leaving me broken.
**** you for killing yourself.
**** you for treating me like **** all throughout my childhood.
**** you for never giving me the affection I needed.
**** you for trying to get back into my life when you’re the worst person for me.
**** you for ******* everyone but me.
**** you for being so ******* far away.
**** you for never being there for me.
**** you for never noticing me.
**** you for standing me up.
**** you for being a self centred *****
**** you for never thinking of me.
**** me…
**** me for having a ****** heart.
**** me for never having the motivation to improve my life.
**** me for not talking to anyone even when I need it.
**** me for isolating myself from the world.
**** me for falling in love with everyone that gives me the slightest bit of affection.
**** me for trusting everyone.
**** me for being so ****** up.
**** me for all the problems I have.
**** me for being so clingy.
**** me for never being good enough.
**** me for wanting more.
**** me for wishing something could have happened.
**** me for never letting go.
**** me for being so nostalgic.
**** me for actually giving two ***** about you.
**** me for falling in love with you.
**** me for crying every night for weeks because of me.
****
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Verse One
Rockstar wages
And a chevy impala attitude,
Pornstar secrets,
With a red light point of view,
But something has me going,
So controlling,
I need to get out of my head,
Can't stop hoping,
Overdosing
On the thought of living high instead,
And I said
Chorus
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.
Verse Two
Las Vegas Luck
And I'll always be rolling the dice,
Wartime loss,
As I fight to surrender my life,
But something keeps me going,
Overflowing,
With temptation to let go,
Keep on coping,
Roller coasting
Falling too fast and never want to go slow,
And I said
Chorus
Don't be scared to rest those shot glass shattered eyes,
Give ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
Don't tell me you're sober
Until it is over,
The tears won't dry on their own.
Bridge
Another shot,
Another chance,
To sort out life
And finish this dance,
If I can't be happy,
At least carry on
'Til the end of the song.
I picked up the pieces from my shot glass shattered eyes,
Gave out ******* kisses to the boys and the girls who lied,
I'm an unholy mess,
But I will try to impress
The devil when he comes to take away my soul,
And I'll say
Chorus
Share the shot glass glances with the World outside,
Save the ******* kisses for the ride to Hell tonight
This song isn't over
Even if you are sober,
The tears won't be wasted on you
The tears won't be wasted on you.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 4:07 PM UTC
Bed sheets become red sheets,
Pillows becomes tear catchers,
No dream catchers here because only nightmares live,
Feasting on wakeful exhaustion.
Deflated bouncy castles for intestines,
White blood cells searching frantically in enclosed darkness.
Enemy invaders seeping into blood, bone and muscle
As the warriors remain trapped in sticky villi.
Drug dependency is a permanent solution
And overdosing is a consistent caregiver for sleep.
Nausea is a rebellious, suicidal last stand
To go down with the invaders as they're taken out.
A seven year war fought inside your body
With no visible battle lines drawn is lonely.
My skin is pockmarked, riddled with the craters of bombs
Fired from all sides with no mercy for the land.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder what'll **** me first:
The invaders or my body's own troops.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:52 PM UTC
*your raven hair falls
so lingeringly
surrounding the roses
blooming on your cheeks
the barren air kisses
your small tan face
good morning
your mouth whispers of words
in a language that
took me forever and a day to fathom
but it took me a mere second
to drown in the golden of your orbs
the glimmer on the caspian sea
leaving me suffocated
gasping for air
until you pulled me
up and into
a spiraling labyrinthe
of endless summer nights
our love forever
carved into towering cherry trees
you saved
my mooning soul
and made me
a slave to your beauty
a long overdue antidote
madly overdosing me to
a point of no return.*
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
If I had a magic wand,
I would make you understand
That overdosing won’t **** you,
And I would make you understand
That your screams rattle my bones
And your cries tear my heart to shreds.
If I had a magic wand,
I would make the feel of my embrace a sweater
So that you could wear it anytime you like
And I would turn my laughter into a bandaid
That absorbs your pain and sends it to me,
Because I care so much
I’m going to bleed to death of it anyway.
But most of all,
If I had a magic wand,
I would make you believe that
You are enough.
You are so enough,
It is unbelievable how enough you are.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
You were like a drug that I swallowed and let drown my arteries in while you twirled and twisted around making me feel like I was on top of the world and I was so unaware that you were so bad for me, you were killing me softly and had every intention to make me feel like I needed you to be happy, but the truth is I don't need you at all in fact my life has prospered since I stopped overdosing on you and although the temptation may linger every now and then to return to that weak, broken girl in need of your euphoria to keep me on track, I don't need you and I never did.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
At one point he realized that if he hugged me hard enough our hugs don’t last as long
It reminds me of the way some people take pills
if you take enough all at one time
perhaps the dosage will be strong enough
to run through your blood like runners in a race
to blissfully declare that it’s all for nothing and nothing for all
that the feeling of my shoulderblades cracking under pressure
is better than overdosing on pills
It reminds me of the way some people gorge on food
because if you eat it all as fast as you can
it takes a few minutes before your stomach feels that its too much
and if you wait to puke it all up in the bathroom of your school after lunch
maybe the feel of ***** and the burn in your throat
is worth the taste of all that food
that you ate too fast to enjoy it
It reminds me of the way some people use their orajel
because if you sit there are you numb one spot
all the other aches are suddenly so appearant
because all of you hurts, doesn’t it?
Not just one tooth, but all the others
and if you numb the one distracting you
suddenly your whole mouth is in disarray
and you hurt everywhere
It reminds me of life support
because a machine pumping what you were born with into your body
reminds me of the way I cling like a child to their mother’s skirts
to you as if you were my only living teddybear
because I know that if you were to walk away one day
I could go on living
and that fact alone makes it that much likely
that you’ll stay even longer
because I don’t think I need you
but I want you around anyway
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
Most people believe that suicide is the best option because they can't take the constant Hell that they are put through on a daily basis.
Many people think about how they are going to do it, and the steps they are going to take in ending their lives.
People think about how no one will care if they leave and never come back, because it's just one less burden on their back.
They don't have to worry about that person going into relapse or overdosing.
They don't have to spend hours in a waiting room waiting for the doctor to stitch up the cuts that were left on the wrists of someone that took it too far.
They don't have to worry about if their child will make it through school and get good grades, because if they don't get good grades then they will be a loser.
It's bad enough people know that they have mental breakdowns, for ***** sake, we can't have a child that is a loser, and will work at McDonald's for the rest of their lives, because they won't amount to anything else.
In this world that we live in, there is a constant pressure on being this "perfect" person, but that is impossible.
We tell society that if they are not a size zero and look like the girl on the cover of a Victoria's Secret magazine, then she is not beautiful.
To me, that is so ****** up.
How do you expect someone to look like that? How can you say that that is the best message to portray to younger girls who actually look at that and think that they have to look like that?
That is ****** up.
That is why people resort to suicide, because they cannot take all the pressure that the media, and society throws at us.
They can't handle the constant pressure of living up to their parents standards and making sure that they are this "perfect" child.
No one is perfect and I wish that people would realize that, because they will never be this "perfect" person.
Everyone is different in their own way.
And we can't expect people to be "perfect" when no one is the same.
Don't resort to suicide because that is the easy solution, because you won't be in this ****** up society.
Be strong, be unique, **** what everyone else thinks, because you are perfect in your own way.
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
my thoughts run like a faucet
I wish I could sleep
I feel like I've lost it
I just lay here and weep
and I think how it's crazy
how fast lives are lost
from 911 to the holocaust
to suicide to overdosing
to accidents to accidental choking
and there's no way to tell
there's no way to know
life could end any second
expectations are low
I try to rewind
to slow down time
but I'm trapped in a box
mime
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 8:55 AM UTC