| Depression |
| Suicide is what I hope Death was an excuse Pain was the dagger My soul could not stand it any longer Depression is a lonely struggle Agains tht edark beast That stalks every dream Turning everything into nightmares My depression was my solace Tears were comfort heatness That swallows me up I found the pain unberable I found the sickness in me revolting Death seemed so easy And yet physically unable To defy my better judgement Depression is a curse, a veil to cover the unhappy Now my eye lifts And the veil falls at my feet Depression is still there I keep it in my pocket But at least I know. |
| Madness |
| I know I am insane I live in a psychosis I scream for help Silently If only they could hear If only they could tell me Ajnd hold me while I go mad That htis world is still good Better than I had hope That there is still trust in People. That I ma the insane one OH help me. I wish I could break my shell And crawl out into the sun So thatI may live, The life others take for granted My madness kills me It gnaws at my soul Leaving me naked and shaking Surrounded by my own misery. |
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| Safety Can |
| I open up my Safety Can I can I can I can (I can I can, I must, I just have to) Edge of eternity I jump Splash! Into a pool Where the eight ball fell into the pocket And eight the other too Yum! I jiggle my safety can (I can I can) Until the ants inside Had headaches But it tasted bitter Sot hey took it off and threw it into the bin. |
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| She held a toy gun to her head She held a toy gun to her head. "practising" she said "You never know when you are going to loose." She sang as she tied up her noose "Because life is only for winners, I was taught that While eating my dinner!" |
| Another homeless bugger |
| Step 5 1. A dead man is lying on the other side of the street 2. Blood had coagulated and has caked one side of his face. 3. Someone is poking him to see if he's really dead. 4. Another one smashes him ont he head with a baseball bat to make sure he really is dead. 5. They run. Step 4. !. Two people in which push the dead man on a portable bed into an ambulance. Question: Why do they bother? He's already dead. His face is caved in like a cracked egg. Answer: To see what he died of stupid. Plus it makes a great story in a newspaper article. |
| 2. 3 journalists with bosses who have morbid fascinations iwth dead people goes and annoys spectators with dum questions like "What do you think he died of?" What do you think? Food poisoning? 3. People start to leave when the excitement wears thin 4. Police draws a border where the dead body use to be and takes picture of the view. Step 3. News flash: "Homeless dead guy found ont he street bashed to death by teenage boys." 1. "Not another dead guy" a hardened man mumbles and walks off to work in one of those big concrete buildings. 2. People cry out "cold blooded murder" Why kill an old homeless man, why? 3. A newspaper article of homeless dead guy flutters in the wind and get runned over by a car. Step 2. Body to be buried today Journalists turns up to salute man who help sold newspapers.NO one know who he is. Step 1: Street cleaner tries to hose away dried blood stain stuck in the concrete. |
| Fade out to picture of old woman sleeping in the toilet. |
| Inside my voices |
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| Sanity gone wrong........ |
| 50 years ago they would have locked me up in a padded cell And gave me shock treatment. Calling me insane. But I live now and they call me depressed and mentally disturbed. They give me a white pill and tell me I"ll be okay.Giving me counsel, asking question like I really remember what they say anyway. To me my pill is my only link to reality that has let me go so long ago. Rerun voices, a radio song broken, sanity gone wrong. "What is she doing? What did she say?" Can't anyone else hear what they are saying? Why doesn't anyone believe me? I thought i saw a person outside my window. But we live next to the bush. And it's 1:30am In school I was so scared. I thought everyone knew. I was so embarrassed. Ho I hate being so different. My friends were in on this. The guy in the trainstation too. They sit in our garage smoking whispering to themselves how they But only I can hear them.They all hatem e and want to Hurt me please don't hurt me please don't hurt me please I cuddle up against my pillow afraid....so afraid...so very LIfe doesn't seem so interesting. I'm not crazy doctor NO i'm not really. I'm only afraid because someone is trying to I hate the night. |