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Drugs. (Had to make it Dark though. Haha.)
Thumping your wrist 3 times,
Wrapping your torn shirt around tight,
Biting the gauze ready to put up a fight
With yourself.
Injecting the needle inside,
Feels like tiny little knives,
Driving up your arm,
Letting out a cry,
Pushing it down,
Letting the LSD go in,
Oh so a drive.
Feeling something wet drop down,
You let out a cry,
Touching your nose,
You feel the blood,
Rushing out.
Wiping it off,
You touch the corners of your eyes,
There's blood.
Flooding guts.
Rush.
Red spilling out of your mouth,
Spraying everywhere,
Looking as if you blush.
Teeth falling out,
You just wanted to have fun.
Wrapping your torn shirt around tight,
Biting the gauze ready to put up a fight
With yourself.
Injecting the needle inside,
Feels like tiny little knives,
Driving up your arm,
Letting out a cry,
Pushing it down,
Letting the LSD go in,
Oh so a drive.
Feeling something wet drop down,
You let out a cry,
Touching your nose,
You feel the blood,
Rushing out.
Wiping it off,
You touch the corners of your eyes,
There's blood.
Flooding guts.
Rush.
Red spilling out of your mouth,
Spraying everywhere,
Looking as if you blush.
Teeth falling out,
You just wanted to have fun.
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