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Shut down when I have no one to trust,
No one who won't turn on me,
I have no friends even when I am loyal,
Guess what I get?!
I get a knife to the back lethal shot to the heart,
No one to lean on ,I have no help,no wing to shelter me or stop the bleeding wound's covering my crimson body,skin so blue,
I have shut down,my emotions drained of my body,except one PAIN!
Don't you hear the sound the utterly painful silent cry I make the last one I will ever make before it's too late,open your ears
But No!I'm not surprised!
I need help,what do I get?!
I get the cold sting of a slap in the face.
Not for a child with the balls to walk in to a police station and come forward to make a voice my own voice heard.
What? You too busy being pussy's and giving out tickets to get your fucken commission.You forget the rest of your job requirements protect and serve,bring justice,take real scum off the streets,No you just let them go,if they play nice in prison on good behavior.Or you get lazy and half ass and prefer not to convict the guilty but crucify the innocent then you victimize the already victim more.Tear apart the brave the honest the truthful the worthy of justice.I am selected for your games.When I am already tormented you then int-agonize and lie to protect scumbags and comfort the monsters.I am shut down just lost in your propaganda maze.No one ever needed me for anything unless I have something worth benefiting from.Scumbags and crooked cops and people scurrying around like cock sucking coach roaches for something to fall back on.To have some one to blame it's easier that way than looking in the mirror at how ugly you really are to see your two faced side.If you did that how would you sleep at night?But I know no matter what your miserable you cant buy back a human life money cant protect you from guilt or shame once exposed.Greed,Misery,Karma and me to be the nails in your coffin the rock to weigh you down and keep you sunk deep deep in the ground.And when you do you'll remember me,you reap what you sell.        
Written by kristina (kris the white rabbit13)
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