End of Abuse
To far away
To be reached
You're to far
To hear me speak
Headed down
Annihilation
Completely ignoring self-preservation
Black and blue bruises
Divided by distraction
Attracted to the intensity
The razor blade
Brings them satisfaction
Their blood is dripping
Carrying away years of pain
They giggle to themselves
The've found revenge
Falling down
They curse those who care
Screw you, screw you, screw you
Blood soaks through the air
Just go away
Let me leave in peace
You weren't there
The times I was hit
Burned, raped or cut
His loving words
Began and ended with
you freaking slut
Go hit yourself
see how you bruise
Burn your own skin
Smell the flesh
Cut your wrist
Till blood flows free
Or rape yourself
Soon it's respect you'll lack
I have the last word
I'm dead now
And not coming back
poem by Matt Mondschein

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Screw It All
Screw the World
Screw my friends
Screw the lies that never end
Screw my mom
Screw my dad
Screw the way I feel sad
Screw my teachers
Screw my school
Screw the life of one man's rule
Screw my clothes
Screw my nose
All it is is a fake pose
Screw my body
Screw my face
Screw all the parts below my waist
Screw your life
And Screw mine
Screw the rich who drink and dine
Screw the poor
Screw the sick
All it is is a load of gick
Screw my money
Screw my car
Oh my God, I'm so sick of it all!
poem by Artemis Zeus

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Turn Of The Screw
Do you feel the turn of the screw?
Pushing harder, breaking through
It's better than you ever knew
Now it gets to take care of you
I won't go and tell it
Don't bet you're due
It swings enough to know the truth
It even left you black and blue
Never stop when there's nothing left to do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
You never thought what they say could be
One night alone and you would see
I think you'll take back all those doubts
Now you know what the talk was all about
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
Turn, Turn, Turn it around
Turn, Turn, Turn it here on the ground
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
The thing you said you'd never do
The turn of the screw, the turn of the screw
There's no backing out once you've turned the screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw
The Turn of the Screw1
song performed by by 1208

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Razor blade
Razor blade razor blade
Sharpe glass shards
Knife blades
And all things sharpe.
These are my only friends
They slice into my flesh
Crimson blood flows.
Blood and sharps
Their my only friends
Razor sharp
To cut my skin
Get the badness out
Leaving trails of blood
Many scars left behind
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

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On Purpose
I see the blood dripping down my arm.
Red liquid in a running line
I smell the blood dripping down my arm.
Irony and salty
I hear the blood dripping down my arm.
Making splashes as drops hit the floor
I taste the blood dripping down my arm.
Mineraly and smooth
I feel the blood dripping down my arm.
A tickle covering immense pain
Because I cut myself
On purpose
poem by Kylee Bartz

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Back When
Dont you remember the fizz in a pepper .
Penuts in a bottle at ten, two, and four.
A fried bologna sandwitch with mayo and tamata, sittin around
the table dont happen much anymore.
We gotten to complicated, its all way overrated, I like old and outdated
way of life.
Back when a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that , well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I loved my records, black shiny vinyle
clikes, pops, and white noise man they sounded fine.
I had my favorite stations the ones that played them all.
country, soul, and rockin roll what happend to thouse times.
I'm reading street slang for dummies cause they put pop in my country.
I want more for my money, the way it was back then
When a hoe was hoe
Coke was a coke
And cracks what you were doing when you were cracking jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
Give me a flat top for strummin
I want the whole world to be hummin
Just keep it comin, the way it was back then
When a hoe was a hoe
Coke was a coke
And crakes what you were doing when you were crackin jokes
Back when a screw was a screw
The wind was all that blew
And when you said i'm down with that, well it meant you had the flu
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
I miss back when
song performed by by Tim McGraw

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Committed
committed! !
me and my boyfriend have made a pact
we are committed and thats the fact
he will not screw any other women apart from me
and i will not seduce anyone else apart from him
committed! !
we will be a heathy twosome or so it seems
with this thought in our mind our relationship will gleam
yes sir we are a committed bunch
the world will sing praises of our relationship
the world will stand and admire our friendship
committed! !
he will screw me till his hearts content
as i behind his back will screw all his friends
he on the other hand will bang all my friends
yes sir we are a committed and our relationship is as firm as steel
committed! ! !
it's a word not to be taken lightly
it's the bed rock of all relationships strong and mighty
yes indeed we are committed
he can't screw anyone and i ca'nt be promiscious it's not permitted
we are so so very committed
committed! !
yes sir committed indeed
we are the two us sailin merreyly in our ship
when he is angry with me he does the maid
when i am upset with him i get laid
committed! !
we are thinck as thives
till his money runs out and i have fullfilled all my needs
oh sir we are so so so very committed....................
poem by Anuj Tikku

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A Love Song
okay"
I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face don't look too clear
Bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o' brew
"alright let's here it"
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"you're on the record!"
Chorus:
Why don't we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, it's filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey i don't think that's true
So, why don't we get drunk and screw.
"i can't wait for 'em to put that label on my live album. you're sounding absolutely wonderful out there, but we have invited the all girls choir from lima, ohio down here and we can't here
Too well now. we'd like all of you gentlemen out in the audience to just sorta take a break, sit back and let's let these beautiful women of the nineties tell us how they feel about it. ladies
Ou ready? on the count of four. one, two, three, four."
Chorus:
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"whoo yeah!"
I just bought a waterbed it's filled up with elmer's glue."
They say you are a snuff queen
Let's see what all you macho men can do
Why (don't we get drunk and screw)
"oh yeah."
Why don't we get drunk and screw
"i think we better work this out amongst ourselves."
Why don't we get drunk and screw, oooh yeah
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett

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Sitting Here Staring At My Last Friend
Sitting here staring at my last friend
We never talk, about the end
How can we talk?
Why should we talk?
The end is here between you and me.
For my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run.
Your last friend is in your veins
As you stare blanky into that space
I can see it working behind your eyes
once sweet shining beautiful eyes
For your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap
Together we'll leave this cruel world
The sails of death unfurled
Me and my last friend?
Or me and you?
Eaither way, two of us sail.
For my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run
and your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap
The sails billow out and the ravens scream
as we sail onwards on that ship
You on your own with the unscrewed lid
Me on my own with a smoking gun
One swallow, one bullet and two lives are gone
Me and my last friend
you and your last friend...
for my last friends
in the bottom of a bottle
Down the barrel of a gun
My last friend is a friend indeed
A friend who could never run.
and your last friends
at the end of a needle
Under the screw down cap
Your last friend is a friend indeed
Draws your blood running like sap
poem by Tamsin Burnett

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If I Had the Answer Would I Still Ask the Question?
What does it mean to be raped?
Forcible entry –
Force of saying no
Force of saying yes to no
A stranger on the bus
The man you say “I love you” too
The brother, the father
The friend
What does it mean to be raped?
No charge, no tale, no proof.
No semen.
Old bruises, faded. Fading.
Rape – to scream, oh to scream.
Inside.
If it is your brother, father, friend
“Man” you love
Only inside
To say – RAPE –
I was raped
The shame – the guilt
Oh the guilt
What does it mean to be raped?
Once – twice – for a year?
The sisters…all their life.
How long?
How long can it last?
The anger, the lies.
Shame.
What does it mean to be raped?
To be fucked when you say no.
To be torn inside.
Screaming NO – HE –
Whispers I love you.
Carving Initials
Skin is crying
Tears are blood
What does it mean to be raped?
No proof – no rape?
No words for years
To say…rape.
Guilt
Anger
Violated
HATRED
What does it mean to be raped?
poem by Katy Sanders

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Fresh Blood
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
He gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
And I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
song performed by by Alice Cooper

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Fresh blood (Lyrics)
All the neighbours never see me
But they wonder why I walk around at night
he gets hungry - I go hunting
In the moonlit streets
For somebody that's right
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Showgirls, businessmen in suits in the midnight rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
In the paper, seems a florist
Found in Lincoln Park, died of some anemia
No one raped her, poor Doloris,
Just detained her and drained her on the spot
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast
Is all he's living for
And he craves it more and more
Old men, ladies of the night walking in the rain
If they walk alone are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
No one calls and no one visits
We're like a couplet out of Desolation Row
We don't want them to want to know us
'Cause when they do, they get a little bit too close
Fresh blood, a sanguinary feast is all I'm living for
and I crave it more and more
Bad girls, cops on the beat in the midnight rain
If they're out alone, are never seen again
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
Fresh blood it goes through me, flows through me
Fresh blood inside of me, cry to me, cry to me
poem by Satan's Sibling

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Razor Blades and Pain
I feel sharp pain
As the cold razor blade
Slices thought my skin
I relish the longed-for
Pain
It's the only way I feel
I control something
I watch as my
Red blood
Falls on to the white tile
The stinging is still there
A reminder of what I've done
Again and again
The red lines appear
Gently painting a blood red picture
Depicting my life
My struggles
My hate
My sorrow
Everything bad in my life
Every overwhelming thing
Each red stroke helps me
Gives me the will
To go through one day after the next
Living for the next moment
Razor blades
Paint my picture
Dripping in rose-red ink
poem by Autumn Winds

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Just another screw up
You get home
turn on the tv
Dont even bother to do homework
Its doesnt matter to you
You start to realize that
No one will believe you
When you are telling the truth
And when you lie
Its no surprise
Parents dont care
Dont even bother to hear you
Out,
Could care less about what you do
And what you dont
Your grades start to slip
You mind is getting busy
You cant stop thinking
About what kind of love
Your not getting
You cant seem to live up
To older siblings
Parents expect the best for you
All they do is take
They dont even care if
You're closer to break
Just some screw up
You yell to yourself
No one will understand
And you're just being yourself
You dont seem to care
Got that kiss my ass attitude
Dont give a rats ass about anyone
Except yourself
Just some screw up
Parents dont care
The world is out to get you
Cant seem to understand
Why no on can help you through
Just some screw up
Its nothing you
Teenagers are trouble
Just like me and you
poem by Danielle Jones

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Why Dont We Get Drunk
By: marvin gardens
1973
I really do appreciate the fact youre sittin here
Your voice sounds so wonderful
But yer face dont look too clear
So bar maid bring a pitcher, another round o brew
Honey, why dont we get drunk and screw
Chorus:
Why dont we get drunk and screw
I just bought a water bed, its filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I dont think thats true
So, why dont we get drunk and screw
-- spoken: pick it coral reefers, here we go...
(swing instrumental)
Chorus:
Why dont we get drunk and screw
I just bought a waterbed its filled up for me and you
They say you are a snuff queen
Honey I dont think thats true
So why dont we get drunk and screw
Yeah, now baby I say, (lord!)
Why dont we get drunk and screw
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett

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Your Blood Seeping Through the New Blood Flow
The razor is the one that cuts the wrists
Drawing blood with every slit
The razor is the one that makes anger let go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The gun is the one that takes your pain
Leaving loved ones and some shame
The gun is the one that lets life go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The pills are the ones that cause endings
Swallowing twenty without pretending
No life left leaking when you swallow
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
Suicide is your way of giving up
Because you think your life's bankrupt
Suicide your way of letting go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
poem by Free Faller

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Who's Business Anyway's
If looks could kill with a silent smirk.
Air the laundry, a peace of work.
Do on to others as on to you.
Screw you first, tighten the screw.
Fate has no furry like a woman scorned,
take my word you were warned.
So do tread lightly on thin ice, I warned you once,
I warned you twice.
Cast a stone a glass house shatter, My business not
yours what does it matter?
Keep your nose out got nothing to say, or evil eye I will
give away!
Will come back three times you will pay, will wait for fate to reveal that day.
With words of hurt that are spoken, curses cast, cannot be broken.
Wish you best for the worst, with desert sands die of thirst.
Keep talking shit and hurt for me,
You will get your's just wait and see.
poem by Gary Kedron

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Reversible
the brain floats in
so many realms
it is the screw
god drives to
inspire humanity
sometimes in the
dead of night
a million light years away
you detect waves
that worked on
the brain like a screw
to a goal, an all
important answer
then comes the
enlightenment
that death is something
that could be reversed
a delight follows
swarming the nerves
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo

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Gerbil
he gets out of bed
he goes to the room
he turns on the set
he is as smart as a broom
hey you brainless
how'd you lose us?
hey you thoughtless
how'd you screw us?
it starts on his head
he tries not to hear
it gets worse instead
he checks out of here
hey you dumb ass
how'd you lose us?
hey you headless
how'd you screw us?
song performed by by Filter from Short Bus

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That child
Eight years old and already hate life
Abused by her adopted mother
Raped by her adopted brother
She is just a child and she cant be more.
The bruises on her back keeps her silent
She cries at night till the pain is numb
And when he is on top of her she drifts away
Away from body away from spirit.
Nine years old and it continues
To protect her blood brother from the same
She pretends nothing is wrong
For him, trying so hard to be strong.
She cared so much for her blood brother
She took his bruises upon her self
And he was only a year younger
And they both were just kids.
Ten years old and he still knows nothing
She must be the best secret keeper
Or just a scarred girl who doesnt want her brother to know
Either way she is just a child.
Eleven years old nothing changes
Twelve years old she is getting fed up
The nights when he would come in and do what ever
Forced to mature before her time.
Fourteen she tells her adopted mother
And adopted mother beats her and the girl knows not why
Is it because the mother doesn't believe her
Or does not care enough for her feelings
Sixteen she tries to runaway
Her aunt talks to her so she goes back
Seventeen she moves out and graduate high school
What do you know she graduate with honors.
Eighteen she joins the military
Her blood brother still knows nothing
He see her for her success and not her struggle
That is how she want to keep it.
Her childhood was taking
She just met her birth father
Knows not her birth mother
Her biological brother is all she has
At Nineteen she wrote this poem.
And still remembers that child.
poem by Tressa Carliss

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Sorrow Versus Revenge...Justify
Sorrow. Strange word. Six tiny letters....
Murmured by murderers. Priests.
A word bled from lips. Eyes. hands.
Dry sand raging hearts. Doubt. Decision.
False. Steadfast. Indecisive.
What sword drips sorrow, slicing freedom
For nations?
What nation oozes sorrow, being lifted
From despots?
What joyous revels bought in blood.
Sorrow. Sorry.
Boudicea, daughters raped, raged
Tribes to war. Romans' blood-bath.
Revenge by sorrow.
Lakota Sioux, Red Cloud's curse remembered,
Left one pony alive. Custer...sorry?
Revenge by sorrow.
Can sorrow separate from blood...mental. Physical
Storms of years. Judged. Betrayed.
In seconds, we create
Eons.
Sorrow.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund

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