Poems [ON HOLD]

Teens

We get drunk
We get sad
We do drugs
We go mad
For the pain
Is all too much
Nothing to gain
There isn't such
Nothing to lose,
You're depressed
Get some booze
Go to school, stressed
Got an alarm, snooze
Not in the mood
You never are
Should've stood
Where you were.
Regrets regrets
You're full of them
But something never lets
You express them.

You can't let them see you like this
They'd say 'Look at him! He's weak.'
So you put a mask on and resist
Your feelings would never leak