Author's notey thing: Jess….. Jess wrote something? You're kidding, right? Sorry I haven't updated! I have had NO inspiration. Luckily, it appears to be returning. Yey! And sorry that-
-This isn't Countdown.
- it probably makes no sense
-There are stars inbetween each stanza. Apparently has declared war on line breaks, and won't let me have any.
What the hell does the title mean?
It's not me being too lazy to think of a name (for once). It kind of means "there's no name for what the two of them have' type thing. But not in a roses and pretty flowers way, more like "You're a girly idiot who'll never amount to anything, I love you!" way.
I hope you enjoy it.
WARNING: The following story contains slash, angst, character death, angst, depression, angst, and bad poetry.
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Put on your clothes, put on your face
Put on your shoes to leave this place
Shrug off your coat, shrug off the pain
Another day just starts again.
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Fake smiles, fake plans, fake words, fake laugh
Real life seen from frosted glass
The glass that hides the darkest hell
That forces you inside your shell.
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The needle sharp, the pain feels good
Like it shouldn't, like it would
The pills so white, the pain slips away
Waits to come back another day
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Easy to get, easy to use
Easier to hide than all the booze
The bottles pile up beneath your bed
Is something wrong, inside your head?
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Your friends crowd around, they try to help
But you're too well hidden inside yourself
The only one who'd save you from this trap
Is the one that isn't coming back.
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The photographs, against the wall,
Seem to mock you, seem to call
"He's gone, he's dead, he rests in peace
He won't ever wake from sleep!"
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Pull off your shoes, pull off your face
Go to bed, go to your place
A doctor's coat, blue shirt so tight
You lie next to the clothes in the dark of night.
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Flame red curls hit the pillow no more
He's not gonna to walk through that door
The pills, they shout, they scream out loud
You take a bottle, swallow them down.
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Then bottle two, then bottle three
Bottle four makes you drop to your knees
You've given up by bottle five
You've stopped caring for your life.
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The walls bends in, the ceiling dips
Darkness creeps in through the slips
It's morning now, they'll find you soon
Curled up, in bed, inside your room.
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And so they do, the panic clear
Frenzied whispers in your ear
You pick up his photo in shaking hands
The smile on your face matches the man's
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The dark comes in, it rolls in waves
It's what you want, it's what you crave
They cry, but you're in your happy place
There's nothing but you and his smiling face.
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