To Write Shit On Her Arms

I've got a brand and I've got a lie,
Media stunt for my suicide.
Looking cool when I die,
Covering up consumers lie.

You see I really hurt,
The kind of pain...well you know I can't really explain.
But, you know, I've got this shirt.

I'll be going down in style,
While you count your money, my 'death' brings in the honey.
Bleeding, feeding, cheating,
A fashionable youth crazed fooling.
xxx

This poem is about To Write Love On Her Arms which is considered a charity that helps teenagers with depression, self-harm issues, and, supposedly, suicide. TWLOHA, however, is bullshit and does nothing but feed kids a fashion statement and helps the kids who do not need help at all.