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Over The Edge of Overdose

Spin yourself in a circle, flaunt it
One last parade before you chug it
Knocked off balance by something forgotten
But you put the bottle down and abandon
It's still full, couldn't find the nerve
But someone else will clean up the proof
It's the only place you know to find it
The intoxicating thrill of being something
Instead of invisible, hiding in plain view
You're owning the scene, it's something new
But something still feels wrong, so wrong
This wasn't what you wanted in the long run
Only the different things, different faces
But not the second hand smoke or laces
Step off the scene, try get your life on track
But everyone's throwing you fast curves
And suddenly everything you know's out of whack
Run home after school, no one's home as usual
Dive under your bed for the razor, your only friend
You don't care about the release, or the pain
Just want the adrenaline high to pump you up again
And meanwhile parents brag without their right
Claim you're the angel, standing in the spotlight
And all the while they don't know the truth
That everything they think they think 'cause of you
Feeding them information like biscuits to a dog
Leading them on, letting them think they do no wrong
But you're getting tired of living a double life
Bored of trying to remember, to recycle old lies
And the things you've done or had done to you catch up
And you're running out of breath, out of places to run
The pills are on the counter, but you dare not try
Refuse to let them become suspicious even as you die
Come on, dear, the music's stopped, time to strike a pose
It's about time you end the show, they've had an overdose

Author notes

Wow, way to sum up 4 years of life in one poem.
Some things are a little exaggerated to fit the flow
Most aren't though, I wonder if you can tell the difference
A lot of this my friends won't understand because I don't tell everything
I'll just remind them I didn't always hang out close to home
Anyways, I got kinda bored, was writing something else...it got uncomfortable
Surprisingly, this was a lot easier to bleed out.

You know the drill-- keep it professional, keep it honest

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