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What is it going on inside my head?

Is anybody there?

Why am I so lonely?

Does this happen to me only?

I'm somewhere between

Sanity and Suicide

That's probably what they call

"The Borderline"

Mornings

I hate waking up in the morning

And see I'm still alive

I hate waking up in the morning

And realize my life's a lie

I hate waking up in the morning

That makes me wanna cry

I hate waking up in the morning

And see the pills didn't work last night

Death's touch

Everyone's dressed in black.

What the hell?

I don't get it

And she doesn't regret it

That's why she killed herself

Oh, please,

Don't you dare fucking cry at her funeral

You say

"If only I knew..."

Well, asshole, you did

You're part of what made her wanna do this

You saw the scars on her wrists

Her talks about suicide

You pretended it didn't exist

And you left it aside

Don't wear black

And don't you dare cry

She's finally free

Of her goddammit torturing life

And now you miss her

And wish she was here

Oh, you poor thing

Now everything seems clear

She wanted

She needed to die

Well, thank God, she did

And now

She's finally fine

You had your time

To avoid

"Goodbye"

Un----diagnosed

1- Frantic efforts to avoid real or imagined abandonment

2- Unstable and intense interpersonal relationships, with marked shifts in attitudes toward others (from idealization to devaluation or from clinging dependency to isolation and avoidance), and prominent patterns of manipulation of others

3- Marked and persistent disturbance manifested by an unstable self-image or sense of self

4- Impulsiveness in at least two areas that are potentially self-destructive, e.g., substance abuse, sexual promiscuity, gambling, reckless driving, shoplifting, excessive spending, or overeating

5- Recurrent suicidal threats, gesture, or self-mutilatin behaviors

6- Affective instability due to marked reactivity of mood with severe episodic shifts to depression, irratibility, or anxiety, usually lasting a few hours and only rarely more than a few days

7- Chronic feeling of emptiness 

8- Inappropriate anger, intense anger, or lack of control of anger, e.g., frequent displays of temper, constant anger, recurrent phisical fights

9- Transient, stress-related paranoid thoughts or symptoms of severe dissociation

Addiction

I'm just sitting around

Watching the stars

I could stay here all night

Even thought it's real dark

Put the blame on those stars

'Cause they remind me of your eyes

And, to be honest,

I bought some Reds

I know you hate when I smoke

I felt so damn far from you

So I'll spend the night writting cheap poetry

Smoking some cigarettes

Today was a shitty day

Tomorrow won't be

Only if you're by my side

Only if it's you and me

Legally stable

You gotta be 21 to drink alcohol

You gotta be 18 to buy some cigarettes

But,

What about depression?

It came to me

And I was only 15

Dazed

People never mean to say

 "I hate you"

They mean to say

"You hurt me"

You hurt me

You hurt me

You did

But it's gone

It's done

It's over

The pain's over

We're not over

You're back

I'm back

We're back

So hold me tight

And kiss my neck

Kiss my lips

Pull my hips

Look at my wrists

You know you left

You have me back

I hurt you

You can say you hate me

I do shit

All the fucking time

It's not alright

You can hate me if you want

But, please,

Don't

I hate you!

Don't leave me...

Meds

Just take the fucking pills...

I am stressed out

"Did you take your meds?"

Ugh, leave me alone

I need to get high

Need to get stoned

I'm dumb

I feel numb

I feel nothing.

I want to feel something.

But I don't feel like drinking

Don't feel like cutting

I don't think about suicide

Seems good,

Right?

Wrong!

What the fuck is going on?

This is not me.

I'm not myself anymore

"But you're much better", they say

Forget everything and anything.

That's what the meds are for

(K)night

I need you

To sleep with me tonight

So I can wake up in the morning

With you by my side

A good reason to stay alive

Prozac Generation

We're the 90's kids.

It feels like we're the coolest so far

But, really,

Most of our girls spend time at the bars

Getting drunk

And getting high

We're the first generation who wanna kill ourselves

Or that keep wishing

We were somebody else

And all we need is real help

We go to psychologists and psychiatrists

Our parents say it's a phase 

Even though depression's been here

And it never goes away

Parents don't understand.

They say we're stressed out about our future

Well, we are.

Are we gonna be alive to see our future?

It feels so damn far

They fill us up with antidepressants 

So we stop talking about suicide

"They're just teenagers", they say

And all our real problems are left aside

We gotta keep it inside

Our going-insane mind

We're the Prozac Generation

"Get over it".