the miserable life of a miserable teenager

My life isn’t real.

I mean, what is this?

I look in the mirror, but that isn’t me.

I wish there was a pill,

that made me feel human again.

Maybe it’s the things i’ve smoked?Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Or the variety of shit i’ve swallowed?

There’s no solution.

Every solution, causes a new problem to solve.