People are dreams
and dreams never last
and we forget
because it's easier
than trying to hold on
And slowly our heart regrows
the place where they were
and it's okay because they're gone
and were never here
in the first place
AssumptionsSometimes my parents yell at me.Assumptions by letspaintheworld
What wrong with you?
Why don’t say something?
All you do is walk into your room and close yourself in.
What do you do in there?
What happened to my child?
Are you doing drugs?
I bet you are.
I know how kids are your age.
I used to be your age.
I can’t trust you.
I couldn't reply.
So I walked away with the stink of whisky all over my breath,
The dark burns all over my arm from the lighter in my back pocket.
The bags under my eyes for the friends I don’t have.
I wonder if they notice any of it,
Because I can't bare to tell them that their son is messed up.
And I don't think they want to accept it anyway.
They don't know anything about me.
But they come up with assumption that every teen is the same.
I haven't done anything,
But I can't be trusted.
I have a secret.
Maybe you'd know it if stopped living.