I see dancing lights through my sepia curtains. Skylights. Purple, silver, red and white; they extend, fuse and split over the background of a void.
Crime, is it, to watch them shine?
Crime, is it, to lose my mind?
To forget the world,
Leave myself.
It's legal to be happy, right?
A few hours later the hallucinations subsided. Then it hit her; her terrible, terrible life.
She was 9..her home in complete disarray..mom cried for days.. her dad had walked out on them..
a few years later Christmas found her thriving on bread and milk..there was no money at home.. she had to start to work.. .
She couldn't attend college...she ran away..deluded with false promises, pink frilled lives, love...the world drowned her in misery, she drowned that in cocaine.. faded bliss, pain...she was 21
She injected some more.
It's legal to be happy, right?
3 comments:
nice...:)
i liked this...:D but i can't help hoping she'd find happiness somewhere else or atleast stay sad at least it'd be real...:[
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