The Real Killer

To thin to even stand
Food to you is wrong
You wont know until you die
That starvation went on too long

Pushing drugs in secret
to numb the pain you feel
you love how high it makes you
how everythings unreal

Your anger blinds reality
You hold the knife and breathe
then go and murder unexpectedly
Then see that you would leave

Drink until you cannot see
then drive and see whats there
You've ran your car into a pole
The pain you cannot bare

Look into the magazines
see the ones who have it all
wishing you had looked like them
makes your life begin to fall

If society liked what we all hate
and life was less a chiller
I think we'd all be allowed to live
because that's the real killer.

In the last stanza...I just made the word chiller seem like a scary word..like..life is scary..and yeah..it sucks really bad.