Teenagers


You open your eyes to see the drops of rain on the window,
I'ts cold outside and your head is lying on the hard wood floor,
Thinking to yourself "How did i get here?"
Mouth is dry and so is your personality,
You can't remember his last name yet he lays so close to you,
The ceiling fan spins above you slowly but never stopping,
A little streak of light shines through the curtains,
Your hands feel the hardwood floor as you push yourself up,
Legs shaking to get your body up,
You reek of cheap vodka and cigarette smoke,
Is this what teenagers do?
So many faces you're not familiar with,
No money in your wallet and your keys are no where to be found,
Your innocence doesn't belong to you anymore,
It belongs to the teenagers who began it all.

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