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I write about depression, anger, hatred, suicide or cutting, and occasionally....love. I don't usually let people see what I write, but since few people who will be reading them actually know who I am, have at it. Let me know what you think. I'm always up for new suggestions.

                    Wash Away Those Years


                       She came calling
                      One early morning
                She showed her crown of thorns
                     She whispered softly
                       To tell a story
               About how she had been wronged
                    As she lay lifeless
                   He stole her innocence
               And this is how she carried on

              Well I guess she closed her eyes
           And just imagined everything's alright
              But she could not hide her tears
      'Cause they were sent to wash away those years
           They were sent to wash away those years

                     My anger's violent
                    But still I'm silent
                When tragedy strikes at home
        I know this decadence Is shared by millions
                 Remember you're not alone

              For we have crossed many oceans
                  And we labor in between
             In life there are many quotients
                And I hope I find the mean

                           ~Creed~

                     
                         A Drawing

                  I'll draw you a picture.
                 I'll draw it with a twist.
               I'll draw it with a razor blade.
                  I'll draw it on my wrist.

                 And if I draw it correctly,
                 a red fountain will appear
                  washing away my sorrows,
                   washing away my fear.

                      ~Ann Margaret~