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charlie Dec 2013
What i've learned in high school
is that happiness doesnt come in a 2 gram baggie.
That the first time you have *** wont be with the one who loves you.
You wont make honor roll,
and the nights you stay home with purple bags leaking underneath your eyes,
wont be the night you get any sleep.
The day you go into the library to find remnence of someone else written in ink plastered onto the page,
wont be the day you leave your mark on the school.
You wont be cherished... or remembered.

When you go to your first party people will be laced in green and brown with bloodshot eyes.
Not caring what your view on them is.
And when you're drawing in class because you're bored,
You might as well recieve your F now rather than later,
because you dazed off the whole semester.

And when you turn 18 and become independent,
You realized high school never prepared you for this,
Because just a few months ago you had to raise your hand just to go to the restroom.
Stella Stardust Feb 2017
...you...
Live in shadows, no one can see
Who you really are, you don't know
And something so lost, finds a way
To tear into the strongest cloths
You make holes everywhere you go

But it's the dark that makes you feel
You can damage all the decent fabric
Of those you had greeted many times
your demons, feather in the dusty room
And settle on untouched beauty

Flit flutter- your inconsistent beat
Makes me want to swat you far
No. I won't **** you. The lies you live
Is a death sentence in itself -heavy...
With a burden that makes you need

Greedy with desire to Hover over flames
Your true kryptonite; desire more, more
light- and too shallow,  you see it all the same
You can't distinguish the true sun
So you flock to the buzzing hollow glow

You find it hot, but never hot enough,
Fore long- BURN- as I'm sure you will
Like that! A flicker, and out! You stagger
You plummet, dissolve, gone so easily.
A remnence of ash too small to remember

— The End —