The teenage dream

I'm not really sure where this came from...

The blade feels sweet against her skin.
the trickle of sorrow warm and free.
She weeps and laughs and feels at last.
Pain?
Realese?
Her mind falls deaf and body blind.

He removes the cap of social hell.
Dry swallowing the contempt of his peers.
Alone, He lays and waits for dreams evermore.
Restless?
Peace?
He'll never tell, his mind erased.

She walks in shadows so cold and deep.
Following the spectre of her minds ill ease.
Allowing herself a simple dream.
A friend?
Approval?
Drowning fast in the sea of false hope.