I don’t need protection
I will not sit in a high shelf
I do not belong under a glass wall
You cannot control me
I will not listen
I will rebel
Just because you kiss me
Doesn’t mean I wont
Leave
Just because you say
“I love you”
Won’t make me stay
You can’t keep me locked up forever
I won’t hold on
There is no pause
You can’t change goodbye
You can’t make me wait
Don’t put me on a shelf
Don’t put me behind glass
I’m not yours for the taking
I don’t need you to save me
I’m not your porcelain doll

That thinks about how this entire generation is going to die so young?
We are all these artsy,
                                    creative,
                                                  smart kids
                                                                     with such huge dreams…
but we are all looking for our fix,
                                               our rebellion,
                                                                our taste of freedom.
"It’s just a phase" he tells me
          Alcohol stained breath drifting across the room mixing with my                                        
                                                                                  cigarette smoke.
But doesn’t he understand?
     These are addictions….
          We can’t just wake up as adults and no longer feel the need to prove           
          ourselves.
Alcohol.
            Drugs.
                       Steroids.
                                      ***.
                                              Cigarettes.
                                                                 Love….

We are all addicted to something that…
                                                            …takes the pain away.
                                                            …numbs our minds.
                                                            …makes us forget.
When our rebellion has killed us….
          When all our art and creativity have left us…..
                    When we’ve killed off all those pesky brain cells…..
 
What will be left of our lost generation?

The way you look when you dance,
That’s what made me fall.
The way you look at me when I dance,
That’s what made me pray you had fallen too.

Eyes closed.
Head spinning.
What have you done?

Warmth gone.
Body stinging.
What have you done?

Car door closing.
Ignition starting.
What have you done?

Clothes everywhere.
Muscles aching.
What have you done?

Tears streaming.
Phone buzzing.
"Thanks for the good time."

Thoughts racing.
Blood freezing.
God, no…What the hell have I done?

I like things fast.
I move fast, smoke fast, drink fast, and drive fast.
I dont fall often but when I do its fall fast and hard.
now the only question is will I be the victim or will you?

is a box of old sweatshirts,
dead flowers,
fading pictures,
and broken promises
I keep in a box
at the foot of my bed.