Scooter McB

what up peeomps.

since this is an open forum for writing, let me try something out on you all:

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turn out the light, it's time to take control tonight.
word on the street is that you've had it.
another life, you gotta do more than improvise,
stop taking everything for granted.

slashed open wrist, a cry for help that can't be missed.
sorrow as deep as the fear that feeds it.
so sick of it, so anxious now to call it quits,
one night alone may end in silence.

caught by surprise, and now you're old before your time.
just seventeen but pushing forty.
but there's something else behind those black and burning eyes,
don't wait and see what it is in morning (in mourning).

the world's crashing down (at least for you).
you feel like going down with it.
the world's crashing down
and you're stuck underneath, like you might as well go with.

i don't think that's a good way out,
but who am i to say who goes or who should really stay?

just don't leave yourself with nothing left.
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spent quite a bit of time on that one. i know it's stupid, but i like marc to take a look at stuff every now and again.

anyways, i'll be in normal friday night sometime so strain it.

yours, harry scooter.