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Poetry About a 13 Year Old Drug Addict at My School |
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You
Do you remember, Back when the big deal was whether or not Tom Sawyer would get caught, In the book you were reading, But that's all changed now, And it doesn't matter, Life is useless to you now, All you seem to care about is getting high, And if you're hair will catch on fire, When you smoke your cig, And how much you want to move to Amsterdam, Because pot is legal there, And you got caught last week, What changed and made life just another party, Making it all useless, Got you hooked on the edge, Got the whole world against you, And now the hottest thing you can think of, Is your girl friend, Who's right there with you when you're stoned, Have you ever told her she was beautiful? That you loved her, You don't love a beautiful girl, You like a hot one, What does it mean, Since you got hooked on the edge, And life became useless to you.
What happened to your love, Your lust for life? Is it weed? Cause if that's what did it to you, I'm never going to look at the stuff, Not that I would anyway, But now you aren't Him and more, Your just him, And I don't give a damn who you were, Cause you aren't who you were, And it breaks my heart, To see you lost, Alone... High, And yet so low.
You used to laugh, With that smile in your eyes, And you would look at me, And you would see, Beyond our labeling, But now you're mind, Is like the weed you smoke, And the drugs you take, The alcohol you drink, And now you just look at me, Like you don't know me, And I don't exist in your world anymore, Because I won't kill myself, Slowly, Slowly, Through the Rain Paper Door.
What does it mean now? Now that you lost your life, To a bottle, A bag, A needle, And a cig? Does that mean you're worthless? Or just me, For believing people can change? Does that make me as bad as you, For ignoring the rumors and trying to help you, When you asked me for 'lunch money' and I loaned it to you, Only to find out you were suspended for buying pot... It hurts, To watch you kill yourself, With guns that have no bullets, And yet can harm, Though one day you might get those bullets, And break everyone's heart, And I know I can't stop you... But I can try.
Can't I explain with words, What I feel inside, Burning, Freezing, All at once, As I watch you on the corner, Smoking, And just zoning, Will I ever see you again, Like when you turned thirteen, And I caught a glimpse of you in a squad car, God you're stupid! Why can't you stop trying to destroy yourself! Why won't you stop! Please stop! You make me cry inside, And I burn, And I freeze, And I hurt.
If I dream about you, Will they come true, And you'll come home, To the world? Stop hating your parents, Stop killing yourself, Stop making out with your girlfriend on the couch, In the moonlight, Taking off your shirt and hoping nothing... breaks, And that your life will cease to suck, As it does, And it will get better, And you can keep your beloved cigs, Beloved weed, Beloved life... That won't last long.
It's weird, How I care about you, Even though you don't know my name, Nothing but a wave in the hall, On a good day, And sometimes a lazy, Druggie smile, Or so they say; I don't want to believe the rumors, But I hear in from your mouth, And I want to keel over, And die, But I know if I do, You'll just keep on living... and dying.
Hooked on the edge, So high and yet so low, Slowly, Slowly, Through the Rain Paper Door, I can't stop you, But I can try, I burn, I freeze, I hurt, Beloved life that won't last long, You'll keep on living... And dying.
The End
Lunar Strawberry · Thu May 25, 2006 @ 01:31am · 11 Comments |
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