TeenIssues

I tried to ignore the words which escaped her mouth. I focused, instead, on a half eaten croissant, which someone left in the corner of the room. One of the flakes, which had coral lipstick on it, fell onto the plate. I tried to wonder who she was, whether she was married or if she had kids, but I snapped back into the conversation. "You see, we just aren't good for each other. I'm not in the right place for this, I'm a mess and you are... Kate, you're just so, pessimistic and depressive. We are feeding off each other's negativity" I was numb and slightly cold; the words went through me. Everything she was saying sounded like hippie bullshi

Bury the needle six foot deep Right into my cold dead skin Push the plunger and let it release Send in Euphoria The track marks follow my downfall I'm getting closer, inch by inch Almost down to rock bottom In this hole, full of gasoline I try to climb back up But, there is a catch A match is stuck to my hip It's the price of my next hit...

I hate this mix of emotions inside of me Brewing up a chemical reaction Ready to overflow Past the brim of the vial The one full of poison I'll mix in with the rum And then I'll just lay here Til kingdom come.

Why can't we all just get along And fight together Fight together I was a young girl When I got told There's no happiness In this damned world So just let go of it And give up hope I became angry At this old man I told him he's a liar and Swore to prove him wrong one day Why can't we all just get along forever And fight together instead of with each other Fight together to change the world So I set off on this journey of mine Fighting dragons and wars In my little white Skirt But it was all in my head (for a while) I came across some really strong men And some women who took care of them But it wasn't enough Cause tho

She wonders if they notice The lack of light in her eye, The lack of colour in her skin, The lack of soul in her life. She wonders if they hear The sounds of the screaming, The sounds of the crying, The sounds of the rain washing it all away. She wonders if they feel A shudder when she winces, A shudder when she cries, A shudder when she walks by.

 Is it only temporary? This feeling? I wish sadness were a warm thing. I am so cold. ...If I sit on the railroad tracks until I hear its inevitable roar, will you come and get me? Or will you stay home and save me? Maybe you are on that train. The irony.

what is it when you close your eyes but still see everything when the street lights pass your blindness, body swaying but a hand gripping yours and teardrops fall to your forehead all you can do is look down the velvet silence that is a searing pain but there are no tears on the outside