When you were seven, someone gave you favors.
Negative favors, that felt so wrong.
Ten years later, it's still in your mind.
You drink about it.

When you were fourteen, someone broke your heart.
Heartbroken, and full of self - hatred.
Three years later, you still hate yourself.
You smoke about it.

When you turned seventeen, nobody knew.
Nobody knew your thoughts.
Two months later, you were found on the floor.
You never talked about it.