The excitement of a simple night out turned intense,The pain of a teenage heartthrob after the goddamn backseat is empty.The need to feel alone when being alone is the very thing you cannot cope with. The mind creates the body, the body that aches with stupidity and the naive. A clearing of the throat after a full stomach, a raspy inhalation of smoke and breath of another. The sick teenage mind in all of its glory, with all its faded beauty and innocence.
The silent tears after being robbed from all of your dignity, over and over again.
A child dying to grow up faster then the speed of light.A child hooked on drugs and alcohol to stop the memories from re-appearing. A child that is only naive, adult in the mind, clearly vulnerable, sad and goddamn happy on the outside! A teenager that starves to disappear and to be noticed at the same time.
The tingling feeling of a job well done that won't maximize the will of the future, only to take you one step further from the past.
THE TEENAGE MIND IS, FOR WHAT IT'S WORTH, CONFUSION TO THE VERY BRIM!
I once knew a girl.Tainted by the unknown, she takes a leap over to the darker side of things. In a split second she steps on the gas and drives over to the edge, pushing her body to the very end, stalling it, trapping it into a very deep hole, unwilling to get out(because she does not want to better) A reflection of a figurethat just disappears. A deep insight into the underlying cause of the figure, with the smile that she is constantly wearing to hide the truth
This is normal they say, a "phase".That kills you, causes you to bleed, inside and out, until one day you're sick of it!
The down-worth spiral begins. Laughing, happy, oblivious to the world. She begins to wonder if there is something more, a way out of this universe that she has come to know.
She discovers how alcohol, drugs and everything else they warn you about are perfect to ease the secret burdens that she's baring.Most of them too heavy and not even hers to bare to begin with.
As the necessary years tumble by, stages begin to fall into play. Wondering what's next, making a path through what should have been taking into account, ending again at the very beginning of a place filled with self-doubt and hatred.
Now, this begins to scratch the surface of a darker world lying in her mind.
She starts to tremble again, breathing heavily, unaware of the pain of her actions.
Soon enough her warmth, security and dignity will be ripped away from her again. A new, last tremble starts...
Author notes
I just got home from a disastrous night out and i couldn't be more high. So i'm really sorry that this doesn't make any sense, don't even bother reading it, i don't even get it. If the English sucks, i'm sorry as well, i had to be dutch all night lol. And to top it all of, it's not even a poem so i don't know whaat it's doing on here.
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Thanks for all the nice comments, it's good to know that there are people who can actually relate to what's going on in my mind
.Glad you like my writing!
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The first sentence is extremely intriguing "The excitement of a simple night out turned intense, The pain of a teenage hertthrom after the goddamn backseat is empty". From this opening line you express emotion to an extreme [i love it!] The way you discribe a teenager is amazing and all of its naive thoughts and actions. Although you say you were high, the haze within the words gives it a far-off tone that makes it more realistic. The way teenagers see things as if they are not even there while getting into yet another form of trouble is seen through your poem.. This is a great poem.. Maybe you should write when you are high more often?
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wow. and usually i dont read short stories
"The sick teenage mind in all of its glory, with all its faded beauty and innocence."
"The pain of a teenage heartthrob after the goddamn backseat is empty"
"A teenager that starves to disappear and to be noticed at the same time."
were some of my very favorite lines
"This is normal they say, a "phase".That kills you, causes you to bleed, inside and out, until one day you're sick of it!"
thats what they tell me. And my mom thinks it (you know, "bones and stuff" as my mother calls it) is just the media and crap. yeah. right.
wow. as above states, i usually dont read short stories, on ap or otherwise, but i thought "aww she sounds sweet from her bio on her page and the story is ana/ect related, why not"
wow.
i cannot wait to finish this comment and read something else by you.
seriously.
keep writing and dont worry about your english
you have an excuse, unlike some
<333
L.
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wow. it may not be a poem but it's a great write anyways...
i'm kinda speechless actually!
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Thanks I actually can't even remember writing it lol
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