the ledge tempts my toes
the air forgeting that I once existed
just one more step
just one more
but the teathers to the concrete
keep me still
i was 13
when i walked into that room
choked with smoke
by cigarettes i wasnt allowed to touch
i was 13
when i sat surrounded by old men
teary eyed and red cheeked
telling me i was sick
i was 13
when i was condemned
to be nothing but a sad shell
swallowing her pain
with booze i couldnt yet buy
i was 13
when i decided there was nothing
i could be or do or become
because i was sick
ill
a menace to society
so now im 23
bleary eyed and hung over
flat broke with holes in my shoes
because when you’re
thirteen
and they tell you
you cant cure yourself
you give up
you let yourself fall
down to the bottom
you become all the things
the teary eyed men told you you would be
its with a heavy heart that i must announce that im just a sad bitch tonite
