Young Society

My boyfriends getting high im watching him kill his mind Jonny is snorting lines he's lying in the corner contemplating suicide Becky is drowning her sorrows from the bottom of the bottle Wouldn't it be great if we could go back To sidewalk lanes and play ground games But now we are etching things in our skin Starving ourselves thin Using drugs and booze to hide all this pain No longer do we reach out for help Or beg you to listen Instead we get high in someone else's kitchen We will dye our hair paint our nails and eyes black Giving small clues that scream look at me Our families they do wonder Why our moods they always change our eyes always glisten Jessica hasn't eaten in 3 days she's hoping they won't notice But her head is dizzy she just might faint before she looks like The flashy princess models Some moments we are those happy children again Paper lunch bags and swing sets And laying in our parents laps Finally letting them listen But not for long because even though we are young we have inner demons too listen to us before our hearts they just might stop.