I have been running in circles
in my own mind,
chasing my tail, trying to grip
onto a reality that is slipping away
I do not know if what I am feeling
is anything other than an illusion.
Is this love? lust? or just another friendship
I stare too deeply into, in the small hopes
that it will give my life some meaning.
alas, whatever it is, i cannot let it grow,
for my words are a poison that will infect
even the strongest of people, should they choose
to expose even the smallest scar to me
It is a curse i must bear alone
I cannot let them in.

Sad pretty girls,
Doing ecstasy
Just to escape from reality.

Seven blunts,
In
Seven inch pumps.
And
Poppin' pills
In
High heels.

Trap
Hip hop
Trance
And
Reggae.
Getting high
To
Euphoric music.

"eat me out
'til I'm no longer
Stressed out"

Smoking marihuana,
Hoping
It'll cure the bulimia.

Three C's,
Coffee
*******
Caviar,
Show up to the party
In high fashion.

Sad pretty girls
Go to the bathroom together to
Snort lines
And
Smoke marihuana
In the handicap stalls.

There's an empty hole inside
Sad pretty girls' soul
That they fulfill with drugs
To become
Happy pretty girls.
And maybe not forever,
Just for a little while.
Anyways,
Forever doesn't exist.
So doesn't happiness.