Save Me From This Cruel Soul..Re-Written

Help..I'm surrounded by people calling my name loudly like I'm nowhere in sight,
pulling my hair like they're trying to pull a weed,
biting me so hard I bleed,
tearing me apart limb from limb,
yelling at my heart to just stop beating,
begging me to stay so they can torture me more,
telling me to go so that they aren't tempted,
screaming no when I say they should stop,
watching me cry to mock me,
not saying goodbye when I do,
loving when I'm hurt because they adore pain,
All because of what I've done.
Help..I'm being dragged through a living Hell.

They Told Me It Wouldn't Hurt

They told me it wouldn't hurt,because I was too numb to feel the needle.
They told me I wouldn't die,because living was easy.
They told me that if I just started it would be easier to stop.
They told me if I quit I would have more time to myself.
They told me if I left my parents they wouldn't know I was gone.
But what they didn't tell me was:
The needle would leave a scar not just in my skin but in my heart.
The living with the drugs was the only hard part of life.
It wasn't really easy to stop because they had never not done drugs in their life.
My parents could never find me because I was always in a dealer's house.
And they especially never told me that I would end up in this coffin.