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The Struggle

By , Millerton, NY
I don’t want to think
about the
























Drugs
The cigarettes the
wonderful numb
feeling I got when I
was on them, I want to
think they
























Are
Bad but I can’t get
the urge out of my
mind to light up
breathe in slowly, feel
death between my fingers
























The
Ultimate low
no need for scissors or blades
only a lighter and a bowl
not even a dollar bill for sniffing
because I don’t do that, an
























Enemy
That I believe I can’t
live without, but
























I
Wish to stop forget
the darkness, I























Want to
Live clean, squeaky
clean like coming out of
the bath tub, to
























Live
Without any regrets
of what the drug
has done to me
Live, Life, Love is
my new drug now





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