Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and Mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine.


jueves, 3 de junio de 2010

It hurts when being replaced, but it kills when you slowly watch yourself being replaced. It hurts seeing someone broken, but it kills when you watch yourself being broken. It hurts when you’re holding on, but it kills when you’re the only one that’s holding on. It hurts when you’re in love, but it kills when the person you love, doesn’t love you back. It hurts when you see someone crying, but it kills when you see your mum crying. It hurts when you smile, but it kills to be happy. It hurts when you fall, but it kills when there’s no one there to catch you. It hurts when you’re not noticed, but it kills when you’re invisible. It hurts when someone cuts themselves, but it kills when the reason why they cut themselves was because of you. It hurts when you love, but it kills when you know it won’t work. It hurts when you see the one you love with someone else, but it kills when you know that you would never be with that person. It hurts when you’re sad, but it kills when you’re depressed. It hurts leaving, but it kills when you’re the one leaving. It hurts when someone breaks a promise, but it kills when you know that person would never do that. It hurts when you see love, but it kills when you know that you’ll never be loved.

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