Can you recall the time that hanging out with your best friend meant playing pretend turned into kneeling over toilet seats, and splitting that last cigarette?
When did the fun turn to cruel reality, when two friends were so broken that neither could fix the other so they drank their problems away together?
How can two teenage girls follow the advice of putting those razor's away, when each so desperately wants to feel that pain?
It's become a race, where the first to fall gets the help they need and the other has to be strong enough to lead them back to safety, because there is no net below the wire we walked called life, and we haven't been trained. Nobody is watching two teens dance across the tightrope, accept the world holding their breath, not daring to step in, incase the small noise causes them to fall head over heels to their death.
What used to be walking blind folded along the train tracks, turned into a death march across a rickety walk way with hell beneath us.
Who can recall the last time that they starred into the mirror and were really satisfied with what was before them?
We have been taught to think that if we feel hot as hell in the mirror it's a sin.
Recollections
