Suicide rates are going up when they come crashing back down

Current mood: depressed


I laugh at this scene.
Watch boys and girls playing games. Watch as they slowly falter, striving for any status. The night is young and they are only growing older. Scene queens and metro-sexuals. Everyone needs a fix and there is always a hitch. Ulterior motives and blacked out eyes. Skinny jeans that look better on him than you can imagine. He may be packing but he hid it somewhere. She dances in skirts so short they aren’t there. Rock boys are her obsession. She’s on fire even if only in her head.
Laughter beckons tears.
Watch them decay and crumble. Aging before our eyes. Screwing to pass the time and move up the line. Do it to yourself just to see how far it gets you. Watch them fall, without a clue. The suns coming up as their going down. Boys and girls on their knees.
What a scene. Dying to get in. dying when they get out.
Preteen fucks and overlooked sluts.
They don’t need drugs when they are high on themselves.

damn that girl’s a train wreck, that kids a hot mess.

Why can’t you see, what you’re doing to yourself,
You’ll keep the party goin till there’s nothing left.

Is this really all that is left for us to become?