Last Days Of High SchoolMature

Basically I wrote this when I graduated high school. It was at my graduation party and I finally felt like I belonged to something. Too little, too late.

The aftertaste of

beer and cigarettes

Six-forty in the morning

Among the fifty of us,

Twenty coolers, we

took care of each other


Cool water felt blissful

against heated skin

Experiencing near-death sobers up

anyone; "Hand me another drink"

This poison's enough to entice everyone,

Insufficient amount of alcohol inside,

Too much pride to let it out

Relief is never too far away

Integrity holding on by a string,

Never replenished

One a.m. phone calls,

Figuring out drunken feelings

This poison's a truth serum

Given enough, ask me anything

The End

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