That girl, my friend
Put herself in that position again.
Where is she?
I do know, don't you?
In a place that will teach her a thing or two.
Who's fault is it?
Anyones at all?
Oh this time we have someone call.
Hes with her right now,
Where I should be.
We would just be there for different reasons,
Wouldn't we?
These words flow out across the page,
But do nothing to stop my rage.
I am being held up inside.
I need to let myself out,
And escape this wild ride.
I have the need to kick and scream,
And maybe do everything in between.
I wish I had what would keep me sane,
But I promised no knives, no razors, no pain.
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