by Amelia Smith

Created on: March 17, 2009

Just once
that's all it will be,
One rush.

One rush became four
which turned into endless, sleepless nights.
Too young to understand,

too young to dive into
the endless spiral
of money and wanting more.

Diving,
into helplessness,
Discovering,
simple pleasures

at a huge price.

Strung out on bathroom floors

Numb from the vile surroundings of
pounding bass,

and awful naked men.

What am I doing here?
This is not who I am.

Too young to realize
there is no escape.

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