Empty substances, no one had bothered picking up.
Empty wording, students overworking.
I place my feet silently on the floor,
I hear a call out, another girl being told to workout.
Another girl got called a whore
All this fame is a madness
Another drug, to disguise their sadness.
Empty baby bottles
Littered with vodka particles
Soaked carpets, red stained tar pits
Would you ever dare look, through a mind of the sad?
To a mind, clearly crazier than mad?
Would you only be able to imagine, or is it going out of fashion?
Would you dare look at someone with bandages on their arms, and wonder what caused self-harm?
Would you look in their brain, knowing that it could drive you insane?
It's like running in front of a car, without being hit, but walking in front of a train and being torn to bits.
Heartless, cold. Icy cold.
Small pieces of paper with indents from folds
Everything thrown in and burnt in a hole.
Empty substances, left to burn
Bottled up, we never learn.
Empty glass bottles, cracked sharp edges
Draws full of blades, head full of rage.
Everything looking staged, but we are caged.
Where has, the beauty gone?
I don't know, but when it's all said and done.
Will the teenagers put down the gun?
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Chemicals
PoetryThere are thoughts in my head laced with chemicals and dread i'll write them all down word for word, in a series of rhymes this way I wont crash and burn. (Trigger Warning)