The school bus window felt cold against my forehead. My head was leaning against the glass as I stared out into the suburban abyss that I called home. It was winter in northern Ohio, and that meant snow and freezing temperatures. I had lived there all thirteen years of my life, but I still wasn't used to it.
I'd hear the word And recoil from it The thought of prayer Left me disgusted How hard it is To face each day While gripping nihilism
What happened to the days When I could be Unapologetically me Liquid confidence and cocaine Not afraid Of anybody’s judgements