the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I didn’t choose.

I didn’t start this.

I didn’t smoke this.

I didn’t want this.

Thought I had control until I took a step back. NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

All the decisions in my life have been made to erase or temporarily forget pain.

The pain they gave me.

It’s still never enough.

No matter how much I smoke,

there’s nothing left to feel.

My tolerance to the world is too high.

I can’t feel it anymore.

So please, don’t yell or sigh when you find me high, I didn’t do this.

I need this.

I

am

this.