Inside a Teenage Tearaway

I’m going crazy, my life is a mess.
Not worrying about the future, caring less and less.
Going off the rails, fallen in a ditch.
Crossed the line between being a teenager and just being a bitch.
I’m one of those kids who have lost their way and don’t know how to turn back.
I’m one of those kids who parents hate, who are always getting knacked.
So many troubles deep inside, don’t know how to let them loose.
That’s the reason I need to turn to forms of self abuse.
Don’t cut myself anymore, the alcohol blocks the pain.
Days are made brighter by smoke, drugs make the sun shine through the rain.
Too many nights out drinking, too young to drink in bars.
Too many nights ending up in the back of a police car.
That family…their lifestyle seems so perfect, so how can it be
That their clever little girl grew up into me?
I cause so many problems and it’s getting worse
I’m a selfish little cow, upon my family I’m a curse.
They deserve a daughter full of grace, innocent and polite.
Instead they’ve got a delinquent child who rebels with all her might.
What am i running away from, i do it so often i should know
I think I’m trying to look for that better place to go.
I go up to the bridge and think how easy it would be
To put an end to this pathetic life, and all this misery.
I’m pushing everything away – you can’t lose what you don’t have.
So, next time I go on the bridge there won’t be a hand to grab.
I wish I could turn back the clock, delete everything that I have done.
Go back to the days where life was all about having fun.
But I can’t turn back the clock, only to the future I can look
But I don’t see a future that’s why I feel it would be better to let myself give up.

Maddie

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