Becoming an actress was
never in my plans.
Faking a smile or a laugh
was something those plastic girls
in school had perfected-not me.
But soon it became apparent
that nobody was listening.
I was running out of friends
and people to turn to.
They were always busy;
something I could never get used to.
Why make time for the girl
who can't seem to fix herself?

Struggling to put the pieces of
my tattered soul together,
new friends popped up.
Some Tequila, Captain Morgan,
***** and Whiskey.
"Take this shot, do this drug"
I was never too good with pressure.

So I'll take a few more drinks,
pop a few more pills
and maybe sleep tonight.
And in my hazy dreams
I'm surrounded by my friends
in this blissful numbness;
watching as everything falls apart.