Scared

It just comes to me.

Can my lips stay sealed,

Or should i hold in what i feel,

Can my heart be fixed,

Or should i continue this addictive itch?

A kneif with a sharp blade,

The girl who has cuts to fade,

A bowl full of a drug,

The girl is reaching out for help and a hug.

Feeling the world change,

She feels wonderful and brave,

Heartbeats begin to race,

She found her place.

Eyes roll back and bodies begin to jolt,

She sees flames and hits the bowl with a bolt,

No one can see what is wrong,

She always hides it in for ever so long.

Day after day,

She slips away,

The world doesn't seem real,

She is in another world from her deal.

Promise me you won't try it,

All people amount from this is s**t,

But she didn't listen,

she caved in.

Pot, Spice, and now the unspeakable,

Is she getting all of this to make her self unstable?

Smoke fills the air,

it is only the pain and her own despair.

It is a secret she says,

While worthless people consume her head,

Dreams turn to nightmares,

And her trip turned bad and she gets scared.