Suicidal BloodChild

Needles and Needles

My eyes dilate
Because of hate
Of the needle
That drives my vein
To the insane
But really i hate myself
I hate my life
Because really its not the needle to blame
Or the drug thats in it
Its me you need to blame
I use the needle because im suicidal
And i'm suicidal because i use the needle
So help me flush it down the drain
To end my pain
Because really i found out
That the heroine in the needle
Doesnt make you feel like a hero
It just makes you a loser who hates yourself

Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

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  • Sulaiman Mohd Yusof (4/19/2008 10:51:00 PM)

    hey buddy............gets my cold turkey..............a great help for you...........all the best pal (Report) Reply

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