The room filled itself with self esteem dropping faster then beer bottles.the boys brought their desires while the girls brought their abstract images that they painted with lip stick and hate powdered on their face covering up the cover to a beautiful story.This night was the night that egos drowned themselves with they fed on the days until prom would come.The night was only starting the night dragged itself in the canvas that would be hung on their egotistic images.
The doors closed the line was longer then the list of people who just came here to get laid.the men stood with there balls in a hand and their heart in there ass
I stood in the back not because I was last to arrive.i was last to realize that this wasn't just a party this was a graveyard for petty souls.I wasn't dressed like the other girls or boys I dressed in black jeans black button up and hat that sat on my head for a year.I wasn't here because I wanted to it was because I was tied to the society train that leads to nowhere but there all blind and they see light and think it's good.
The party was slowly disappearing into the night and the music got louder everything got sexual so my phone became my date for the night.I left to talk to the moon because I missed talking to something that would listen when I would say things that matter.the door slammed behind me and the wind blew into my lungs.My heart beat became my own music that I danced with.the time swept under my feet and it became midnight.
The girls sneaked out to sidewalk where the moon would be blind sided the night wouldn't tell the sin of the street.the party stopped then the story began the reason why I am writing this sucide note that will soon be a story that you will read with your bloody hands and think your innocent.
