I love the smell of perfumes,
But I hate the sense of smell.
They all say it’s horrible to inhale something you shouldn’t,
Like gasoline.
I could stop if I want
But the whole world becomes blurry.
Not like it hasn’t always been from zoning out
The room stretches and bends,
It becomes the life I’ve been living but more real.
Letting it infiltrate my lungs,
Letting it filter through my blood,
Letting it take over my mind,
Letting my youth be stripped of me,
Letting the world become one with me,
Lively, like me.
I need to quit.
But my mom didn’t raise a quitter.
So I might as well never let this one go.

but then I slip up and get sent home.
I always seemed to find a way to mess everything up.
must be why i hate not only my life,
but also myself.