Is there anything that defines "coolness"?
Or living life to its "fullest"?
Do you try to look through others' eyes
To make your "perfect" disguise?
Do you think drugs are the answer?
Even though some give you cancer
Not just in your body, you will find,
But also in your life and your mind
Is it worth it, being fake?
Thinking that your life is a mistake?
That your choices had no "taste"?
Or you were destined to a "lame" fate?
If you would of opened up your own eyes
You would probably of been surprised
You had real friends
But lost them in the end
The drugs, they took you
We cried and shook you
But you never opened up your eyes
But that was no big surprise
You had overdosed
Mind stuck in comatose
And your "friends," as you had said,
Well they, they left you for dead
And you did die
But them, they didn't cry
Others did
As they closed your coffin lid
Why couldn't you open up your eyes?!
Hear and see your own lies?
The care from others, you had
But you wanted to be "cool" so bad
Now you're dead
Your life's flame no longer fed
In search for your "cool friends"
You met your bitter end
So this is goodbye
And I will remember you and cry...
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Random Poems
Poetryrandom poems that I come up with. don't know how often I will add to this because they are completely random and have their own reasons behind them.