Oh my gosh.... he he my navel is pierced
Razors pain you,
Rivers are damp.
Acid stains you,
Drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful,
Nooses give.
Gas smells awful,
You might as well live.
-Dorothy Parker-
She cries out to me,
The child within myself.
She clutches at me,
Tugging at my thoughts,
And asking me to remember,
Her small fingers reach through time,
And her sad dark eyes
Burn the symbol of her pain
Onto my soul
-Suzanne Stutman-
I know what it feels like to want to die... you hurt yourself on the out side to kill what is on the in.
-Suzanna Kaysen-