Inkblot butterflies
I will tell you all the lies
Truth fleeing from my veins
What do the doctors know?
Behind their secret doors with dolls that have secret parts
Things that make children weep,
Cold tables on which you sleep
Paper gowns that never cover, only show.
Down which hallway will you go?
Eyes watching from every fucking window
I know them, I know them all
It's almost like they're laughing, wanting me to fall
So there can be pills and pain and blood
Swirling down the drain.
I won't cave to the pressure
And you don't own this girl anymore
I'm not your fucking whore, you don't have the right
I'm not going to fight
Doctors are nothing in matters of the soul
I have the control
Sunday, October 25, 2009
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2 comments:
i had a friend self harm yesterday..; :o(
yes
you have the control!
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