by
Alena C, Richmond Hill, Canada, Age 17
I lay on this icy hard floor and think,
I imagine all the possibilities that I could’ve been faced
with.
But no, I chose tonight to pop and drink,
And kill myself slowly, it’s not a myth.
I glance about and see the empty faces.
The failures, the ones that could’ve succeeded.
But yet, they also chose to go through these phases.
Did they ever think that at one time they were needed?
Why do we choose to do regretful sinister things?
Why do we poison and suffocate our minds and souls?
It’s because we can’t seem to find the angel with beautiful
wings,
That would fill our dreadful painful holes.
I remember my life back before I met him.
The sober smiles, the laughs, and mounds of affection.
Now I’ve even turned my best-friends into sin.
All of these hectic parties are an excruciating infection.
We all use to be innocent angels at a point.
Though, through one random person it all ends.
We slip further away not to unexpectedly disappoint.
In conclusion, we’re all ominous enemies not friends.
Will it all stop? Or continue ‘till there’s blood?
I already see beings slowly vanishing before my eyes.
Why do we feel like we’ve been dragged through the mud?
Or is it all a terrible nightmare filled with horrible cries?
I hope to run as fast as I can, till I see the amusement in life
once more.
I hope others will follow, but the devil is already guiding them
by the hand.
I hope to quickly realize and stop before he closes the dark door.
But that hope is gone; my reality already disappeared as planned.
