Those get together parties,
That just a few people are at
Everything is calm,
The comfortable ambiance pulls you in,
Almost as if it's filling its lungs with you.

So fulfilling and so innocent
That you crave more and more
And as you're reaching your hands out to grab it; you're slowly being encased

Surrounded by air and the loudness of a humans breath
He takes a sharp breath in and few coughs follow

Sent to a new state of mind where ones inner diseases can be evil or good,
Neither knowing which is which.

You hear the music on the outside,
And the room fills with laughter.
Yet here you are, stuck inside yourself.
The vibrations are fading and you find yourself glaring at a crack in the wall

Wishing you could fit through.

It felt like a single mother secretly glaring through blinds just waiting for the police to show up,
Begging the school to not make you go home,
Taking a handful of date-**** drugs to try and **** yourself,
Or watching someone you love die.

Why is it always me?

Why do their doings upset me so much?

Enjoy the party, smoke some, your eyes will adjust shortly, though that doesn't mean my lungs will.
C.l