the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Throwing up, whenever I don’t have a drug in my system.

Sucking on empty dabpens to maybe feel something.

Even if they were full, we know it doesn’t change things. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Because, I’m as empty as them, remember?

There’s no joy allowed here. It’s against the rules.

No, only eye-watering misery.

I’ll think of that as I spill the bit of stomach contents I have left, onto the hard sidewalk.