we’re here to help that’s what they said
but they only said it because they didn’t want blood on their hands
I wish I had known better than to trust people who only make things worse
because now my next ride will be in a hearse
white coats and smiles that never fail
oh how I will laugh at them; from a hanging body I will leave this hospital cell
suicidal tendencies 1994
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem