Why kill me?
even flow?
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How many missles does it really take
Before it is a mistake
Natural
Earthquake
Man killing man
Man killing earth
War is just?
Bullets will do
Population out of control
War too!
Please save me
Humankind too
I only give life
Famine and strife
Husband and wife
Dig deep
Earth is god
Deposit equals dividends
Please help me
While you still can
Before it is a mistake
Natural
Earthquake
Man killing man
Man killing earth
War is just?
Bullets will do
Population out of control
War too!
Please save me
Humankind too
I only give life
Famine and strife
Husband and wife
Dig deep
Earth is god
Deposit equals dividends
Please help me
While you still can
You've changed your place in this world!
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I'll help you if I can
That we related one to another?
My hand will help you,
never harm you,
Let this be a written balm,
over the hurt you are feeling.
im done people
it's time for the white coat
with the axe
go ahead and tie me down again
laugh will i scream wont' you all.
I:m just holding out my hand,
please take it
They've run out of white coats anyhow
TAKE WHOSE HAND?????????????!!!! I SEE NO FUCKING HANDS.
THIS IS NOT REAL TO ME ANYMORE.
No this is not real
It is a little place to escape the reality of the day
It is a leap of faith to take the hand that you cannot see
Yet know that these hands are out there for the taking
If only my literal hands could reach you...
I wish I could help you make peace with yourself
But alas I cannot
I can only hope that you will try
And let others help you when they offer a helping hand
They, like me, only wish we could give you what you want, what you need
Children need you most
White coats don't cure
White coats cause
No one dies inside
Until the shell has been deemed nonexistant
An induced smile
Drool from your mouth
Half brain dead
Still feeding you more
Life is not this
Problems are big
Problems are small
Deal with them one at a time
Don't deal with them all
Real is where and what you want it to be
Your words that I read are real
My words that you read are real
I do not know you
But I know you are real
You know I am real
Hands are real
Don't neglect a helping hand
I AM A FUCKIN CHILD
DO YOU WANT ME TO KILL MYSELF
OR
GO BACK TO THE PYSCHE WARD?
pick one. cause this will be my 5th trip there and although it has never cured me, it kept me from overdosing.i cantstandtoup tomororw knowing you are all here together and i am not included inyourstupidlittlepartyandyoucanallhavefunknowingiwasyour
guinea pig!!HAHAHAHAHAH look at what we got her to do.....boy is she stupidboysishegullible FUKC YOU ALL!~
I cant help you anymore. i am a fraud. i know nothing about god except he is cruel and does not exist.
let me move the rolling stone mag with a naked chick on it so i can find my last prayer to god....
WHOCARESWHE WATNWSTKHWHOEITHWOSHTDNLASKHJLISTSLNTIEHJNGTOSNKA NYWOHJWNON
HE wasn't listening anyway.
two choices
thats all
i
have
But apparently nothing said will help you
I spend my time opening doors
And finding choices
I know not of this god you speak
But I know that only you can open your own doors
Only you can find that there are more than 2 choices
And only you can choose to close your eyes to them
I do not laugh at you or find you gullible and you are certainly not my guniea pig
I think you need to break out of your shell and learn to accept the hands that are offered to you
Please heal!
no one ever died from a feeling
heart attacks? yes...
death... prolly not
if our advice to you is one or the other... the ward or the coffin, most definitely, back to the ward with you...
i'd venture a guess that when you're out, you don't take your medicine all the time
and honestly, NOT trying to be harsh... i know enough ppl with bipolar disorder to know when they're not taking their meds...
the ONLY way you will ever be happy is if you offer your own hand to yourself... and take it
much luck...
~we are all children~