Untitled~ By Kyra Anderson

I took that step 
right over that ledge--
I fell quicker than I'd expect. 
Then we rolled up
and they was rollin’ up 
so I took a puff
it was just enough; 
sent me to the clouds 
some hours later 
my senses returned
and my lungs burned 
the rep I earned
I fed into all the hype; 
labels and names 
that's my only shame. 
Since that day
shit’s never been the same. 
Walked into the same party
the year after next 
white replaced the green 
silence replaced with screams 
prom queens turned to feigns 
front row in the destruction of dreams 
we sold our potential and creativity 
for that rush, that buzz, that feeling.
Baby, I got just what you need
escape reality for a night 
just to be up all next week
can't sleep, can't eat
the poison is now the antidote 
daddy been coked up since 
Bon Jovi "Livin’ on Prayer."
Hate to say it baby, you came along way... 
but you went the wrong way.


Author Bio:
Kyra Anderson writes poetry, music, fiction, and non-fiction. She is 17-years-old and has been writing for about 4 years. It is something she deeply enjoys and she has a lot to share with the world.