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.