ODE TO MY SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD FUCKED UP SELF.

Peace of mind is the tease,
with the eyes with the tears,
and the lies and the crys
and the why's, wanna die,
suicide.
Dead, in the head,
on your bed legs like lead.
Can't move cos the lead
makes your head feel so dead.
Pushing, all the pushing,
and the knowing and the going.
And the drugs,
need the drugs for the bugs
to go away everyday.
Depressions the bug,
that sure sucks.
Need the love,
who needs the love?
take the pill stop being ill,
takes a while to make a smile,
no suicide.
Amitriptyline,
fluexotane,
takes the pain,
makes you lame,
go to sleep everyday,
feel so fucking drained.
Eyes to the sky,
no need to cry,
tear ducts dry
you can not go,
you can not die,
no suicide.
You can not go,
you can not die,
you can not leave,
you can not cry.
No suicide.
Don't wanna die.
No suicide.