the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Throwing up, whenever I don’t have a drug in my system.

Sucking on empty dabpens to maybe feel something.

Even if they were full, we know it doesn’t change things.

Because, I’m as empty as them, remember?

There’s no joy allowed here. It’s against the rules.

No, only eye-watering misery.

I’ll think of that as I spill the bit of stomach contents I have left, onto the hard sidewalk.