The Story of Fourteen
I took the first cigarette
I took the drag without regret
I let the hands touch me
I told myself this is the way it should be
One pill, they said, to make you feel alive
It did, this I can't deny
But the cigarettetook my mind
The touches crossed the line
I live off the pill
I feel like I always will
But I keep saying yes
To the smoking wisp
To the fingers against my skin
To the pills on my lips
My heart breaks
My body aches
Actions filled with pride
Just going for the dangerous ride
I was told to stay away
But, addicted, I disobey
A friend tells me the truth
Tells me how I should spend my youth
I won't listen and trust the one who loves me
I'm becoming something I never thought I'd be
The child I used to be smiled and was free
The child never knew about fourteen
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