A teenage high

October 24, 2011
I’m sixteen with smoke to my lungs
And I can feel my heart starting to race
I’m sixteen with a jay and a lighter
And problems to face
My home is not a home
Just a house to keep me going
School is hell, now that I’ve grown
I find myself making mistakes
When they ask “nothing’s wrong”
But I’m only sixteen facing problems of a 30 year old
Then I puff, inhale, exhale, blow, pass
I’m living my life through smoke
Living life fast
No longer am I mommies little girl
Because I was never daddies
I’m in a world of my own floating on top of gravity
This high keeps me sane
My head spinning, mind boggling, but I can’t
Once the feelings gone, I crash
Back on earth facing problems
My high on life never last

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