5.

Fever [11/26/08]

My anger builds
builds
b u i l d s
up in me until I realize in short bursts of

Fear
it eats away at my worth
until I cut and bleed and

Kill
my thoughts with a little music and a little
pain soothes my thoughts of

Suicide
I'm so much smarter than that
love the life
I'm not yet
living, but someday I'll be sitting on the

Beach
with a cigarette in hand and a
motorcycle jacket hung loony bins
is where they take people with these kinds of

Thoughts
I'll never be as good
Too good
for this town, these people are too

Selfish
I hate all the boys
and the girls, so I

Write
what I'm feeling, but it
never seems to just dont

Let Me Go.