forced laughs
fake smiles
unwanted drinks in hands that would rather be holding a gun in the same mouth those drinks go into
teens emptier than the liquor bottles in the trash
mindless hookups to feel something
music loud enough to drown out the deafening cry for help
the cry for help,
not said,
but shown
in their actions
grades
friends
faces
fashion choices
YOU ARE READING
Slick Depression
RandomI pour my heart and soul into you. I give you my time. My money. My love. My trust- something I don't give freely And I'm still not enough. **gets better as you go, I promise** Inspired by @revengeavenue Self Restoration. Amazing poems in there...
