Well, here is Matt's and it is just dripping with angst. This one really makes you think...probably about how messed my mind is, but that's not what I was going for. Anyway, Matt's is really depressing too, maybe even more that Tai's, I don't know. Well, here it is, talking about drugs and yaoi. Strangely enough, Tai's poem and Matt's poem do tie in together, but I wasn't really going for a Taito theme here, although be my guest if you want to take it that way. Remember, I don't own Digimon. Read, review and enjoy!

End of the Line (Matt)

Manic-depressive
Troubled
Disturbed
Screwed-up
I've heard them all
But now I can cope
It's all I can do to help

Light me up

Queer
Faggot
Homo
Fairy
I've heard those too
And once again
I learned to cope

Pass the joint

I know it's not the answer
But it's an answer
Despite what you think
It does help
If only a little
Before depression sets in
Again

Pass the dust

I've gotten better
I think
Maybe not
I don't really know
All I know is this
Life's fucked up
So am I

Pass the pills

I've tried them all
Each time getting deeper
It started out OK
A simple smoke turned to crack
Then all hell broke loose
All sorts of doors opened
And I was sucked in

Pass the needle

I feel it in me
As I forget my troubles
No drunk-ass dad
No name calling
Just me
The warm-fuzzy feeling
And this field of flowers

I need more

The flowers are leaving
There's darkness now
I'm alone
The bad kind of alone
Where are the flowers
Where are the others
I'm falling

I said "more"

I can't move
I'm scared
More scared then the first time
I'm terrified
Did I go too far
Is this the end
Of everything

Pass it damnit

I'm slipping away
As I continue falling
I'm no longer high
But I'm more than down
The blackness surrounds
Help me
Or I'm gone