Most in my shoes
Would have chose,
The gang of lost boys
Over toughing it out alone.
That was somehow
An easier option.
A slow suicide.
At least there were
Others to relate to
Whose lives were
As bleak as yours.
Who you could
Escape reality with.
Who stopped caring
About what others thought.
To hell with it.
We all die one day.
And once drugs
Talks hold, getting
Clean isn't just kicking
The chemicals.
There must still be,
A chance to live.
Over giving up.