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.
Copyright © Jamie Anderson | Year Posted 2013
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