November 3, 2012 (Age 14)
Dear Diary,
I wander a lot.
I stray from my destined path,
easing onto a road of destruction.
I desire-
so bad-
for someone to help me, mentor me.
I want assistance.
i plead for guidance;
where do i go from here?
I went back to school on thursday for the first time in a week.
People always make sly comments now,
i dont enjoy the taunting.
A girl came up to me today,
asking if i could hang out after school.
I think her name was Izaela?
I can't remember much.
At her house, we helped ourselves-
cigars, wine, weed.
It was all there.
I found a new way to recieve love.
Through drugs,
that make my soul feel empty and deprived of warmth.
Its better than the pain.
I liked the wine, Elle.
YOU ARE READING
the diary of a teenage whore
Poetrya girl who told them all it was okay to leave, but cried when they left. ☆ amazing cover by @amethystnebula ☆
