My head is a montage of teens staring at their ceilings,
devoid of all life
and at a loss of all feeling
except pain and suffering beyond their years.
Screaming and shouting drowning their ears,
coming from themselves, their parents, their siblings, their friends.
Facing, developing, becoming their fears.
Picking flower petals and personalities.
Tear-stained wrists, blood-filled cheeks.
Love and hate, life and death.
Soft and rough, easy and tough.
Future and present.
Faceless, nameless
children, kids.
The people of the future, broken by the past.
Newly-named 'The Now'. Right now.
Kiss their best friends, yes.
The party-goers.
"Love who you are."
"Pay for nothing."
Always pay the price.