Your best friends became stronger.
Lollipops turned to cigarettes.
The innocent ones turned to sluts.
Homework goes in the trash.
Soda becomes vodka.
And kisses turn into sex.
Remember when getting high
meant swinging on the wing set?
When protection meant
wearing a helmet?
When the worst you could get
from boys was cooties?
When the highest place on earth
was your dads shoulders
and mo was your hero?
Your worst enemies was you siblings,
race issues was who could run the fastest,
the only drug you knew was panadol,
wearing a skirt didn't make you a slut,
the only thing that hurt
was your grazed knees
and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow?
We all said we couldn't wait to grow up.
What where we thinking?
I'm that person everyone replaces after a while.
Constantly living in your head,
where you do nothing but drown in your fears,
doubt's, self-hatred, and isolation.
You slowly destroy yourself.
This poem is not mine, I just really needed to update.
