by Kat
YOU
you always say yes
pressure eats you alive
to make yourself feel better
you will enjoy any high
promises were made
the same day they are broken
you should be full of shame
instead relief is your token
she moved you away
she wanted you to change
things didnt get better
they didnt stay the same
your old friends vanished
new ones appeared
as they came along
new experiences grew clear
as a week went by
you felt helpless and pain
school was a joke
and life just a game
new friends showed you ways
to stop feeling estranged
this is your start
to meth and cocaine
the lines represented
hate and anger
as it disappeared
your mind was tender
the numbness took control
finally at ease
the voice in your head was finnaly asleep
the next line you took
your mind raced with thoughts
the voice deep in sleep
awakes in distraught
as someone once said
dont dance with the devil
the choices you made
began the next level
rock bottom is where
you now lay your head
you wish you werent here
instead you could be dead
the "you" in the poem
is actually me
this was my life
truthfully as i can be
you always say yes
pressure eats you alive
to make yourself feel better
you will enjoy any high
promises were made
the same day they are broken
you should be full of shame
instead relief is your token
she moved you away
she wanted you to change
things didnt get better
they didnt stay the same
your old friends vanished
new ones appeared
as they came along
new experiences grew clear
as a week went by
you felt helpless and pain
school was a joke
and life just a game
new friends showed you ways
to stop feeling estranged
this is your start
to meth and cocaine
the lines represented
hate and anger
as it disappeared
your mind was tender
the numbness took control
finally at ease
the voice in your head was finnaly asleep
the next line you took
your mind raced with thoughts
the voice deep in sleep
awakes in distraught
as someone once said
dont dance with the devil
the choices you made
began the next level
rock bottom is where
you now lay your head
you wish you werent here
instead you could be dead
the "you" in the poem
is actually me
this was my life
truthfully as i can be