i call bullshit

I will have to disagree with pain equals gain.

I will have to disagree with the more sorrow we suffer the stronger we become.

I call bullshit on all that, “goody two shoes make everything wonderful no matter how shitty it is”, theory of life.

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THE KEY

I WISH I COULD BLAME THE PAIN,

THE AIM OF THE GUN, AT MY BRAIN

BUT I CAN’T. IT’S ALL ME,

I’M THE ONE WHO HELD THE KEY,

TO THE DOORS TAGGED ONE, TWO AND THREE.

MY CHOICE TO MAKE, NO ONE DECIDED BUT ME.

 

THE DOOR I UNLOCKED WAS QUITE A DILLY,

THERE WAS NO JOY, AT NO TIME SILLY,

STRAIGHT AWAY IT OPENED TO TRAGEDY,

PAINTED WITH A TOUCH OF CALAMITY

HAND DRAWN SYMBOLS STILL WET FROM THE BLOOD

EACH SYMBOL REPRESENTING THE LOSS OF A LOVE.

Design photo by BLT