Without Direction
You know what they say,
they say that hope doesn’t float,
so the next time your sinking,
you better grab hold,
cause gravity is your new worst enemy,
and the only direction this story’s going is down.
Behind the lifeless smiles,
lie screams heard at a whisper’s decibel,
muffled by expectations,
born through mothers’ denials.
The weight of the world,
planted on adolescent shoulders.
Panic begins to seep in,
it’s too much to handle.
Saturday nights spent emptying bottles,
and little white pills,
that make everything so easy
razor so sharp,
you don’t even remember bleeding.
God left this place a long time ago,
or perhaps he’s still testing them,
just one more trial.
If there’s one thing these kids do know,
it’s that hope doesn’t float,
and in a world where your dreams outrun you,
a dime a dozen,
sometimes quitting seems like the only option.
You know what they say,
they say pain lets you know your alive,
but the pain here has long bled dry.
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Submission Name: Without Direction
