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. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

But when the juice runs out,

so do they.

They don’t care about me,

they care about my vape.

They got me addicted for their own benefits.

Selfish bastards.