She takes some more to keep from crashing,
She walks and talks, as normal as can be.
No one can tell she is crumbling from within.
Like ecchymosis, unseen by all until the autopsy is complete.
Academic genius, peer-mentor, student body president, and a drug addict.
Success comes at a high price; she loses herself to do it all.
The drugs are the only clear pathway back to herself.
All her life she has made her own foot prints, stood out in a crowd,
For once she just wants to be unseen within the shadows.
Her deep, deep blue eyes, are glazed over ever so slightly;
She whips out that smile, takes a breath and starts it all again.
The constant expectations, never saying no, taking it all on her plate.
She smiles and adds her own twist of things, says thank you, and oh no it’s my pleasure.
Kisses her boyfriend, lets them think her life is that perfect picture.
She works all night, smiles all day,
The hours between 3-4 are her weakest,
She lights up another bowl to keep from crying,
A quick glance at her phone shows 5 missed calls, and 24 texts, she pushes it away for tomorrow.
She lies in her bed statue still, her mentality finally slowing.
She seizes a few quick hours of sleep,
Wakes up to a song on the radio, hits the sleep just to stop the dreadful sound.
Her hand reaches for her iPod until she hears the words she knows all too well.
Jumps to the shower, avoiding at all costs that appalling looking glass.
Watches the water droplets bead down her body, drawing a circular pattern, never ending.
The warmth is comforting for a moment, until a flashback reminds her it’s not.
Suddenly getting chills from the searing water, she leaps out of the shower, and reaches for a towel.
The memory is unsettling,
She checks the clock, and lights up to shake it off.
Pulling together an outfit, adding her signature,
She stops with a hand on the door, takes a deep breath and plasters that smile on.
She walks out the door, the heavenly smell of her secret pastime fades away.
With smiles and waves, she faces her day.
Constantly talking, constantly working, her head already spinning.
A small rolled joint sits in her purse calling her name like a long lost lover.
Glimpsing at her watch reading 12:27, she ducks into an empty room,
Closes the door, opens a window, and surrenders to the longing.
A quick squirt of perfume, and she’s on her way, sliding into her desk just six minutes late.
The rest of the day passes in a haze,
She’s asked to do this and that, and unknowingly agrees.
At 3:01 she digs through her purse for her keys,
Closes the door, and slides into reverse.
Burrows through her purse once more for her treasured companion,
She fills the bowl, and lights it up, while half-heartedly making a left hand turn.
Smoke fills the car, but not for the reasons she would like.
She doesn’t even scream as the smoke fills her lungs, and she is surrounded by her one true love.
She doesn’t know what hit her, but for once this smoke isn’t her drugs.
Her existence consisted of smoke and mirrors, and in the bitter-sweet end the ecchymosis did her in.
She walks and talks, as normal as can be.
No one can tell she is crumbling from within.
Like ecchymosis, unseen by all until the autopsy is complete.
Academic genius, peer-mentor, student body president, and a drug addict.
Success comes at a high price; she loses herself to do it all.
The drugs are the only clear pathway back to herself.
All her life she has made her own foot prints, stood out in a crowd,
For once she just wants to be unseen within the shadows.
Her deep, deep blue eyes, are glazed over ever so slightly;
She whips out that smile, takes a breath and starts it all again.
The constant expectations, never saying no, taking it all on her plate.
She smiles and adds her own twist of things, says thank you, and oh no it’s my pleasure.
Kisses her boyfriend, lets them think her life is that perfect picture.
She works all night, smiles all day,
The hours between 3-4 are her weakest,
She lights up another bowl to keep from crying,
A quick glance at her phone shows 5 missed calls, and 24 texts, she pushes it away for tomorrow.
She lies in her bed statue still, her mentality finally slowing.
She seizes a few quick hours of sleep,
Wakes up to a song on the radio, hits the sleep just to stop the dreadful sound.
Her hand reaches for her iPod until she hears the words she knows all too well.
Jumps to the shower, avoiding at all costs that appalling looking glass.
Watches the water droplets bead down her body, drawing a circular pattern, never ending.
The warmth is comforting for a moment, until a flashback reminds her it’s not.
Suddenly getting chills from the searing water, she leaps out of the shower, and reaches for a towel.
The memory is unsettling,
She checks the clock, and lights up to shake it off.
Pulling together an outfit, adding her signature,
She stops with a hand on the door, takes a deep breath and plasters that smile on.
She walks out the door, the heavenly smell of her secret pastime fades away.
With smiles and waves, she faces her day.
Constantly talking, constantly working, her head already spinning.
A small rolled joint sits in her purse calling her name like a long lost lover.
Glimpsing at her watch reading 12:27, she ducks into an empty room,
Closes the door, opens a window, and surrenders to the longing.
A quick squirt of perfume, and she’s on her way, sliding into her desk just six minutes late.
The rest of the day passes in a haze,
She’s asked to do this and that, and unknowingly agrees.
At 3:01 she digs through her purse for her keys,
Closes the door, and slides into reverse.
Burrows through her purse once more for her treasured companion,
She fills the bowl, and lights it up, while half-heartedly making a left hand turn.
Smoke fills the car, but not for the reasons she would like.
She doesn’t even scream as the smoke fills her lungs, and she is surrounded by her one true love.
She doesn’t know what hit her, but for once this smoke isn’t her drugs.
Her existence consisted of smoke and mirrors, and in the bitter-sweet end the ecchymosis did her in.
