Collection of the dark days

This is the story

This is the story
Of the quiet girls
The ones locked up behind
Walls & walls
Of books
Riddles
Wrapped in puzzles
Dressed as an enigma
Crying long into the night
Over people, or places
Comprised of 26 letters

This is the story
Of the loud girls
The ones out late
Partying & living
Or so we're told
Living lives known by everyone
Re-telling the same old stories
To send themselves to sleep
Trying to stay sane
In their turning world
Where every thing you do
Is watched
Is judged

This is the story
Of the girls who
Are drinking bleach
Out of its cap
Like shots
To numb the poison
Of our generations
Intoxicated minds

This is the story
Of whores & liars
Crying out day & night
With no-one to hear
No-one to care
No-one
No-one
No-one
And in the end
Neither do you