i would get high as fuck
and forget about everything around me
including my feelings,
high school drama got the best of me,
the group were a bunch a drug addicts when they made me the look out so mr.raso wouldn't catch us
i didn't know i was swallowing up all their pain when you realize,
the people you hang around with says a lot about who you are
and one thing is that i was never liked those girls,
not even close
i was broken,
but i didn't have to stay broken
after i was sober,
i would just cry and stare into space
i didn't see an end
when today,
they all look up to me and tried to be friends again
you can keep watching me shine,
but no
you're dead to me
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
