Friendship and love...

Drunk driving is probably the most selfish thing a person can do

A drink or two turns to three or four

You grab your keys and stumble out the door

You get in your car and start it up

You don’t realize that you are drunk

You bring your friend with you

They are drunk too

But that doesn’t stop you

From having more booze

You drink and drink while you drive around

You are so drunk you can’t hear a sound

You’re swerving and trying to drive straight

But its hard since you’ve been out

Drinking so late

You are driving down a two lane road

And you figure it would be fun

To race around since there aren’t

Any other cars around.

At least that’s what you think

You see a set of headlights

Coming towards you but

You are drunk and don’t

Know what to do

There are ear piercing screeches

Of rubber on pavement and

The sound of crunching metal

All goes quiet, your friend is dead

And you have severely injured your head

The other people do not move

You finally see what drunk driving does to you

It’s sitting right in front of you

Three are dead and you survived

You will carry that with you

For the rest of your life

You should never

Drink and drive

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spinning, spinning, spiraling down

my depresson is pulling me to the ground

i wish i could sleep

i feel like im dead

all these endless thoughts

running through my head

why is life so difficult

with trials and tribulations involved

if this is the world turning

then damn i sure have evolved

quicker and quicker than one would think

this depression has caused me to sink

sink to a depth of 50 feet

50 feet down in a hole

this depression is tearing out my soul

ive grown weak and ive grown old

but only some of my story 

has been told

i feel numb and i feel cold

my heart and soul

have just been sold

to the angel of death

residing in this 50 foot hole

spinning, spinning, spun like a top

ive hit the bottom like a rock

depression pulled me down so fast

im suffocating in my skin

this breath i breathe 

‘tis my last

the black angel of death

followed me until my last

i weakened once more

and it was my heart

that the black angel stole

in a pit 50 foot deep

all i can do is sit and weep

there is nothing left for me to speak

my soul has been freed

and my heart stole

now im left to die in my 50 foot hole

the black angel of death 

collected his last toll

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there is no such thing as love

its just something people made up to believe

love is just a fairytale

just another dream

you believe it to be real

you believe it to be true

but in an instant

that belief

has been shot up

through the roof

love is a just a word

with many different meanings

is there such thing as love?

or is it just an unhappy ending?

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depression it is a fucking curse

it causes me to speak in verse

rhyme my words line after line

this is all i do with my time

i give out my heart and sole

then you push me in a fucking hole

round and round like cat and mouse

im all alone in this empty house

the poems i write are sad and true

but what else am i supposed to do

beat myself up til im black and blue?

please just tell me because

i sure as hell dont know what to do

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sadness that lies

within my eyes

is never very easily disguised

i build a dam

to keep back the tears

because everyday

i deal with my fears

all of it real

none make believe

why does every guy

just walk away and leave

i wallow in my sadness

i wallow in my tears

ive been fighting so hard

for the past 18 years

to live a life

that is my own

and find a new place

that i can call home

to be with someone

and last forever but

my sadness and fears

sometimes stop this dream

to be living happy and long

singing love songs

yet here is sit broken hearted

i wallow in my sadness

i wallow in my tears

i have fought ever so hard

for the past 18 years

to be myself and find who i am

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they build me up and break me down

all the pieces come crashing down

you do not hear a single sound

the evidence is laying on the ground

just look down and all around

the pieces of my mangled heart

are scattered on the ground

yet no one ever heard a sound

the pieces of my heart

are scattered on the ground

like broken walls

and shattered glass

my heart has been filled with cracks

every one about to open up

and cause my floodgates

to start filling up

build me up and break me down

those are the pieces of my heart

scattered on the ground

yet no one ever heard not one sound

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Depression, insomnia, heartache and tears.

These are the things that I constantly fear

Yet they are always so close to me.

Won’t these fears just leave me be?

Love is a concept made up by man kind

it is an illusion, a trick of the mind.

Love has many meanings, but is it actually true…

Or is just something dreampt up

And believed to be true?

This is just what people do

No matter how much you wish it weren’t true

Depression, insomnia, heartache and tears

These are the things I constantly fear

But my biggest fear above all else

Is the thought and concept of love itself

So many meanings, so many wordsAll it is, is just a four letter word

One word that means so much

But also the one word that cuts so deep

Love is a word that sometimes

Is not so easy to speak

Depression, insomnia, heartache and tears

These are the things I constantly fear

But despite what happens

I will always hold you near

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