Forum for disaffected youth

Come lay your complex prayers, dear chap
send a sweet message to the tooth fairy
and lie low behind your poor, confused stares
this medium, is yours!
a free place to hide,
to throw barbs at that thing, or nature, so they say
and stamp your name with pride.
Oh, dear disaffected youth
how narrow the line you tread
you are, of course, eminently in the right
it's just that you always seem to want,
every f'ucker dead.
Tell me, is it the sleeping pills, the headaches, your bed?
The moral dilemmas, the puberty, the friends you had, your silly f'ucking head?
Or is it just the notion, that what is yours, is not
and that you're just paying lip service to a devil, who isn't even hot.
well, fear not, my friend, yay, ne'er fear
we cater for your type
plug in to this cathartic slush,
and pump away your plight!