#wastedyouth
Is it acceptable to **** anyone and everyone you want,
Be mysteriously exposed in your photographs,
Act carelessly with people and friends drunk and drugged and dicked out of your mind,
Forget the hurtful and blissful past for a reputation,
Exist in a way the girl you were never thought you could be the girl you are,
Because you’re in your 20s?
You remind me of the characters Greta Gerwig plays in some of her films,
But not Gerwig herself,
Although you do look an awful like her Hispanic version if there was one;
I guess that’s you.
I bet when I was placing the edge of the razorblade against my wrist,
You were getting penetrated and plowed by a **** between the legs.
Your innocence was smothered by your lust and
Our history got erased by your fears and flaws.
I just wanted you,
But then again, everyone already had you,
And it was not my fault;
It was your choice.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:02 AM UTC
The collective mind is a wave pushing those resisting over and
pulling them up into it, to share the surf, to see the shore, again.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
In this small town you'll visit many places, see new faces and learn how to get all kinds of ****** up
You'll visit these basements and lofts
You'll make lots of friends
You'll create a lot of enemies
For we're all teenagers
Throwing our twenties at the stars
Checking each other's wrists
Comparing the number of stars to scars
At one point or another you'll give in
At one point you'll do everything your mother prayed about and swore you'd never do
Next thing you know you'll be 3 lines deep and sitting on a strangers lap
Four months later you won't be strangers anymore
Four months later ******* is just a new normal in your life
A year later you'll be kicked out of your parents house
A year later you'll be screaming and crying and listening to every sad song that's ever been written and compare it to you
These are all the things you'll experience
As we wave hello and scream "Welcome to Bridge-City baby"
Because we are the survivors
With many problems and too many lovers
We are the kids who stay up all night and mosh to metal music till we collapse
For we are the kids they call sad and hopeless
Yet we're full of love and full of drugs
Yet there's never a dull moment and there's always someone laughing
We'll give you a new place to call home
We'll make you or break you
Welcome to Bridge-City baby
Buildings built of drugs and loud music
Home
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC