O my god
my mother was right.
This is my last, my final, the only plight.
As I lie awake in bed
strange thoughts enter my muddled head.
Grasping the sheets with much entitled shaking
I feel as though every organ were breaking.
My body shudders with unwanted heaves of the chest
standing by, this is just a test.
Grasping for my airy medication huffed
I realize now that I had bluffed.
Hot tears spilling down my cheeks
I wish i could sop the flow coming in peaks.
My spine is tired waiting for the phone to ring
but that is a pleasure that device will never bring.
It is humid in my room, very thick
and at my bug bite scabs I pick.
They make scars, pink and peeled
I try to hide my thoughts congealed.
I am fake and I am sad
I am used and I am bad.
I am torn and I am fucked
I am dry and I am sucked.
Holy shit, she couldn't have been more correct
as she smelt the smell of cigarettes upon my breath.
Marijuana leads to acid
and kisses lead to sex
and getting involved with shady men will make you very vexed.
That dye will ruin your hair
If you wear that, people will stare.
Take that off, you look like a whore
girls who don't speak their mind are a bore.
And as I lie awake in bed
strange thoughts in my muddled head
I can remember how she won that fight
Because O my god,
my mother was right.
 
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