the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Pierced my nose.

Smoked some weed.

Swallowed a little molly.

This is who I am now.

Started off trying to fit in,

Now I don’t even know who I am.

It was fun, till it was embarrassing.

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I’m just another lowlife, like everyone else.

Why’d I think I deserve some sort of recognition?

When I’ve never overcome anything in my life, without the help of a draining substance?