This isn't about me..it's about someone I care a lot about.

Is this the cost of what I've done?
Pressure points have seemed to double.
I can walk into a room with a smile on my face,
but no one notices my weakness underneath.
I am in this thing alone, trying to keep calm,
but no one opens their eyes to see;
how much pain this has caused me.
No one even noticed when I started smoking,
I've hit rock bottom now,
and I feel as though no one will be there,
to catch me when I fall down.
The school is watching my every move,
and my parents just seem to never approve.
And when I tell them this'll never happen again,
they don't believe any of it.
But so many times I've pulled this on them,
I can't even trust myself if I was around pot again.
My mind is set in a different direction.
The drugs and parties are what I look forward to,
from break of morning
This isn't who I am really..
I'm in a hole, trying to escape this sorrow I drown in every day.
But no one seems to understand just how much I want this to end some way.
If only I had another life to start with.
If only I hadn't messed with drugs today.
If only...........
 
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