Shaking with energy,
I walked out of the room,
Opening my eyes to my brother
Banging some random ass girl-
Not what I want to see.
Shaking to go into the next room
Shaking when I walk,
stumbling to go with the crowd,
with the crowd of those I don't know.
Walking and shaking
Walking and shaking
Walking and shaking
Feels like I'm trying to stay alive
This is a survivor test,
some fucked-up game I don't want to play,
But it feels so good,
With all this energy I can just go,
With all this energy-
I can survive.
Get down the hall,
see the crowd of people doing some crazy shit
Using some needles,
Looking at some bongs,
Not using any sense,
but I can't really talk.
Sit.
Look around.
Get handed a drink.
Look up.
See him.
Him.
Him.
Him.
My new begining.
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My Monster
PoetryHer name was Skylar. And she was addicted. Her substance: Meth/Crank/Glass... whatever you call it, it still screws you up in more ways than one. But after seventeen years of trying to be Ms.Perfect in an unstable family, is this really what she wan...
