Dec 2013
I.
Nicotine seems to replace air in my lungs.
II.
I have a mellow dramatic trying to reach me.
III.
He's armed with poetry and cruel words.
IV.
He also seems to think I don't notice he reeks of desperation
V.
And, he seems to think I care.
VI.
The one I love is too far away.
VII.
I need to bring him near.
VIII.
The scent of his skin won't leave my nostrils.
IX.
Depression is suffocating me,
X.
It knows I want it to stick around.
XI.
Depressions like leather. Dead but warm.
XII.
It feels like home.
XIII.
I don't ever want to go home.
XIV.
I'll turn 15 in less than a week.
XV.**
But yet I still won't have grown.
Nicotine seems to replace air in my lungs.
II.
I have a mellow dramatic trying to reach me.
III.
He's armed with poetry and cruel words.
IV.
He also seems to think I don't notice he reeks of desperation
V.
And, he seems to think I care.
VI.
The one I love is too far away.
VII.
I need to bring him near.
VIII.
The scent of his skin won't leave my nostrils.
IX.
Depression is suffocating me,
X.
It knows I want it to stick around.
XI.
Depressions like leather. Dead but warm.
XII.
It feels like home.
XIII.
I don't ever want to go home.
XIV.
I'll turn 15 in less than a week.
XV.**
But yet I still won't have grown.
