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Jordan Resendes Dec 2013
Always comes back to
Liking too much, like
Every other addiction, obsession
Xtreme in one way or the next.
'
Sweetly indulging, fumigating my breast.

**** the taste, so disgusting
Oh but how I Krave.
Never can I cease to increase
Gradual deprivation of the soul through elevation.

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Possibly the worst, hard to quit
Opening the doors at first
Positively revolting though
Piece by piece, Tip then pack
Every bit helps but
Rarely do they last long.
So many, can't count. Can't stop. Pop.

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King without a crown,
I partake away from home.
Nothing but spiraling down,
Getting tired of the throne.
madison Apr 2014
A-Z
A
Boy
Cries for
Days.
Everyone
Finally
Gives
Him
Insight.
"Just
Kinda
Let her go
Man."
No
One
Picks up the pieces.
Quiet
Real quiet, he
Sits
There,
Unmoving for a
Very long time.
With no
Xtreme movements.
Young love can be
Zealous...


Or it can rip you apart
Kristoff May 2018
Always cowering
Bullies beat me up
Can't stop them
Don't have the will power
Either way I would still get hurt
Feeling depressed
Getting through each day is a battle
Helpless
I want to die
Just make it stop!
Kids stay away from me
Laughing and whispering behind my back.
My back has a head with ears, ya know.
No one helps me
Only me, feeling betrayed
People wait till the day I don't come to school
Quit sneering! Quit
Ruining my life!!
Suicide is the only way to fix things
Today is the day
Unplug the radio. Plug it by the tub
Vivid images make me question myself
Wishing I didn't have to do this, but it is the only way
Xtreme tension. Goodbye world, goodbye bullies.
Yank the plugged in radio into the tub
Zip.
DONT DO THIS! SUICIDE IS NOT THE ONLY WAY OUT OF DEPRESSION! YOUR LIFE IS NOT WORTH WASTING! YOU ARE LOVED!!!!!!!!
Kristoff May 2018
Alcohol. I can't stop.
But I want to. Sort of.
Can't get out of this.
Don't want to get out of this.
Every single day
Fighting to
Go back to the way things were.
Hiding in the shadows.
In the darkness.
Just sitting. Drugs in my hand.
"Kick them to the curb" i try to tell myself.
"Lose them" I urge
Myself.
No, I can't. They soothe me.
Otherwise I would be dead.
People would hate me.
Quit saying that! They already hate you!
Right. No one likes a drug addict.
Some beers wouldn't hurt.
Too many. Oops! My life is
Useless. No one wants it. I'm a
Vase being held by tape and glue.
Without drugs and alcohol, I will die.
Xtreme measures to get them.
Yet do I need them? Yes. Maybe.
Zilch

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