the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Exhale the smoke that makes me feel less lonely.

Putting my mouth where others have been.

I thought if they hit my vape,

we were friends.

But when the juice runs out, Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

so do they.

They don’t care about me,

they care about my vape.

They got me addicted for their own benefits.

Selfish bastards.