THERE IS SUCH A FUCKING PROBLEM WITH THE EDUCATION SYSTEM WHEN STUDENTS ARE IN TEARS EVERY SINGLE NIGHT AND WAKE UP EVERY SINGLE MORNING WANTING TO THROW UP AT THE THOUGHT OF GETTING OUT OF BED WHILE THINKING THAT THEY’D RATHER BE DEAD THAN GO TO SCHOOL
Being told they don’t love you anymore
feels like trying your first sip of cheap vodka,
and dragging your first blunt.
You cough and choke,
but go for another sip, another drag. Why?
You’re up all night throwing up, rejecting
the fact that your love is a lie. Your lips
are stained with the taste of his menthols,
and no amount of listerine will wash off
the feel of his plumped mouth on yours.
Its been 262 days without him and
You still feel like you’re forgetting something
When you leave the house every morning.