Rags to Riches

by Alice   May 1, 2007


Police sirens story of my life
Pain and misery torturous strife
Fights and anger surround my head
Kill them Kill me Make it dead
Tears like razors cut my face
Blood is warm it sets a pace
Crimson passion ignites the fire
Relief and happy feed desire
It burns and hurts, my soul bleeds
Why won't you listen, to my pleas
Tired of keeping it to myself
It's painful now hazardous health
Hatred burns the secret despise
Emotions lost and forgotten to rise
Erasable and kept to hide
Used and forgotten dead inside
I hate the perfect outside life
Inside boils pain and strife
One bullet could end it all
Giggle, tremble bodies fall
One bullet and relief shown
Two birds with just one stone
I'll show them I'll show them all
I tried to warn them tried to call
No one listened no one saw
No one realized hidden flaw
No longer do police sirens ring
No longer does violence sting
I'm all by myself in a padded white room
Mystic ecstasy in peaceful bloom
All alone and no one can hear
My quiet silent gleeful cheer
Once a day the pills come out
Out to play scream and shout
Restrained and happy chained to a bed
Quiet and tranquil I rest my head

IT NEEDS WORK I @ SCHOOL FINISH LATER BUT PLEASE VOTE OR COMMENT :) I WOULD <3 IT!!!!

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