Drip, drip, drop
went the leaky pipes in the basement.
You lay there…
Head to your side, eyes glaring into the distance
you try to remember, the good times you’ve had
but
NOTHING!
All you remember is the bad…
The bad..?
As you recall you were an A+ scholar
perfect smile,
perfect attitude,
perfect you.
But where did that go?

Sneaking around, getting loss, being confused,
and spending every countless hour, with that
low self esteem druggie you call a “friend”
but I call a “distraction”
that’s where it went.
The A+ slowly turned into a F-
that perfect smile turned brown and rotten,
that perfect attitude turned into a panicked freak,
that perfect you, became an imperfect nobody.

Feeling hopeless,
feeling upset,
feeling pressured,
you don’t want it anymore!
You take those…
those pills
not knowing what you were doing.
You open the bottle, one by one you swallowed the pills.
In that musty old basement
your eyes bloodshot,
your lungs gasping,
your heart stopping.
You laid there and all you heard
was the
drip, drip, drop.