I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that's real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair full of broken thoughts I cannot repair beneath the stains of time the feelings disappear you are someone else I am still right here what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt if I could start again a million miles away I would keep myself I would find a way
oh jeez...you know that's not Trish....and even if it was, shame on you man. Addiction ain't a joke is it? Maybe I'm not down and hip anymore....
this thread will not turn into an anti american thread - no unless you want it to, cause I'm not from Paul Bernardo-dom I have no say ...
Alrighty...How's about we get some good vibes back into this thread....It's a new day, fresh with possibility...no more strife, no more anger or grudges, and certainly, please no more smack.. There's better things to be addicted to...like....uh..... Canadians?
David Suzuki's name is in a short story book at Central. Guess he went there during his teen years. Probably in a few other texts as well but that was the one my husband brought home to show me. Apparently back in the day, the Peterson farm (about when he was premier and my hubby a teenager) used to be huge for parties. Infact I think that's the only bush bash that my hub used to go to....city boys...lol Last person to pull a knife in the Bucket Of Blood was my best friend