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Max Jones Apr 2012
i lost my courage
and you lost your memory
both can be symptoms of drugs or alcohol.

alcohol stole your memory after a night full of open doors
drugs gave me courage then stole it and replaced it with a heart wrenching feeling of distress.

we're victums of the want to feel better,
the desperate longing to escape our troubled minds.

you forgot
and i still have the memory.

yet i'm afraid you'll remember everything
and decide that
i'm not what you need or want
i'm not enough,
i'm too much
i'm too this, too that.

to stay in this in between of emotions
or to reveal the idea of a different outcome

you know i'm indecisive.
this is more or less my mind rambling.
words are my cuts
pain is my dress
scars are my jewelry
hate is the melody
burns on my neck
discrimination such a symphony
I cannot describe
how bad it really hurt
With all this said I have to say I want the world to burn
one for the words they say
too for the hate
just skip three and four
five because it hurts much more
Your words has shown now layed down on my skin
how bad you never know its been
A tear for the little girl
that they always wished I had been
Who could have save me with such simple words '
if somebody just said
they knew how bad it really hurt
and knew how bad its been.
FOR ALL THE VICTUMS OF SUISIDE WHO DID NOT GET RECOGNISED BECAUSETHEY WERE DEMED UN-CONSEQWENTIAL, BY THE MIDEA. AND TO ALL PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEAN AFECTED BY IT YOU ARE NOT ALONE

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