Roses Are Red. Violets Are Blue. One is Dead & So Are You.

I don't know. I'm not sure. I scream. No one listens.
I don't know why mom and me don't know what to say. I'm not sure why I will never change. I scream out my reply. No one listens, they're too busy excusing themselves.
I will keep screaming until they hear me out. But I'm a "troubled teenager"- they say it's just a faze. I hope they're right but I'm so frozen I'm not sure I'll ever get out of exhile.
Going clean on drugs and alcohol for nearly two weeks. Must change that.
I love it here. They haven't given up yet. I am both horrified and mystified, admiring. Why didn't anyone back there believe in me? Must've been busy with hypocrisy and a cut:along:the:dotted:line:god. I'm not sure who gave up first- them or me? I hope my new family doesn't give up too soon. It's a new start, with people that accept and welcome me.
All these dead puppets, all the viruses- this nightmare is a beautiful one indeed. I think I'll never wake up.
Potential fuck, potential coke. I'm going down smoking.