high off the upcount

crashing on the countdown

laying on the ground, someone please help

mom? dad?

prove my worth to you.

a kid is all i am.

a kid is all i’ll ever be.

your priorities killed me.

17 and frozen in time,

but enough trauma for a lifetime.

irreversible;unpreceivable

unalive before i even died.

by go the hours

of a life preciously gone.

here rolls in 8am

are they even sober yet?

ghost-faced bearer of regret

fault on both parties, this affects everybody

by now the news has spread;rivers of tears were shed.

their stomach knots fell heavy

silent gasps filled every empty desk

lungs clouded over from the room’s held breath

what problem was the provocative?

was it mom or dad,

or the lack there of

love.

looking down from above,

i have the right to know.

my mind can see a pattern emerging.

heavy is a heart that’s grieved

your presence.

mom? dad? could you be any less insensitive?

you learned your lesson.

2am is repetitive.