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Paranoid Friends.
Oops! Posted this one in the wrong bit of the forum. Sorry for the double thread.
There is nothing worse than being told,
how you feel, what you’re thinking?
This life is now empty of two friends who were close.
‘My’ actions persuaded them that I need help the most.
Though my piece is never said for accusation and speculation;
they’re making me keep quiet whilst I listen to what they say.
All day and night awake must mean I am paranoid.
Ignoring their months on amphetamines…
(Oops didn’t mean to say that - shush – “It’s not done during the week);
seek help” they say for these addictions that are altering my person.
As though speed isn’t worse than an imaginary drug.
They bug me about messages that I ‘must have’ influenced.
Where’s the sense that ‘how you doing’ means;
I am a gossiping bitch?
If they stopped preaching about my life and reflected on their own;
they would see who is affected by unnecessary doubt and worry.
So shout at me that I don’t care and they’ll not see I’m aware;
of her heart disorder; of his growing agoraphobia.
Keep thinking I’m trapped in a prison of my mind.
If they’d just listen they’d find I’m not doing that bad.
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'Jonny's laying in his sperm coffin and the angel looks down at him and says:
"Oh, pretty boy, can't you show me nothing but surrender?' - Patti Smith
Punk is dead - get over it.
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