The Substance of Pain

[scoobdiving]

I wrote this poem last Teusday in the food court of the mall, before I went to the JTeens meeting.

"The Substance of Pain"

What happends when the parties done, and no one is around,
When all that's left are empty bags, and no friends to be found.
There's no more cash to pay the bills, there's nothing left to eat,
You'll find a way to make it through, you wont live on the street.
You cry for help just like before, you fall down on the floor,
Then realize that there's no one left, you're aid to come no more.
You fight back tears of failure, you can't stand the words of truth,
For the future that was held so high, was squanderd in your youth.
What happend to the good times, when doing drugs was cool,
When life was all about your dreams, and girls and boys and school.
You think of how to make it out, to live this life no more,
Another child will substance take, with so many like before.
And what happends when the parties done, and no one's left to dance,
Will you salvage what you have in life, or leave your life to chance.

I will not tell my story, for it would take too long,
But like me, you will make a choice, and pray it isn't wrong.

-Scooby-

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