Tears I cry, run down my face. My eyes are bloodshot and swollen. The tears
they hurt so much, my body aches, my soul moans in pain. This pain runs so
deep, not broken bones, cuts and bruises, but a pain that takes your breath.
You look up from your tear-stained face, your world is spinning, the drugs
and needles lay in a corner, the empty bottle of vodka and shot glasses are
strewn across the floor. You have a pack of cigarettes on the floor, and
over half of them are in the ashtray, burnt down to the butts. All of this
to try and down your sorrow. But nothing helps, it just hurts more. So you
try the last resort, there’s the number of that one guy, you met at that
party. You’re so messed up, you know you shouldn’t call, but you do. As you
stumble to the bathroom to wash your face, you notice for the first time,
that you’re wasting away. You’re not the person you used to be. Then there’s
the knock at the door, you stumble back to the door, this isn’t the best
idea, I barely know him, and I’m not there enough to tell him no. But I
reluctantly open the door anyway. He looks shocked to see the drugs, alcohol
and cigarettes all around. But I smile and sit on the couch, he joins me, we
make out, making out leads to more, and I find myself saying no, screaming
at him, trying to get him off, but its no use. He carries me to the room! I
am trying my best to get away, but with no use! It seems to last for hours,
I cry the whole time, thinking why do I do this to myself, my life is not
what it used to be. My tears are always there, and finally he is finished.
He kisses me and I spit in his face. He grabs me and I scream, he only
laughs. Then he leaves as quickly as he came. I am left alone, used, and
forgotten. When will my time finally be up?……….
 
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