Comprehension

i dont understand why things are the way that they are with you. i just dont get why you have to go out and do the things that you do. boys and drugs, sex and music aesthetics and makeup silicon and plastic, vinyl everything is so fake with you. and now it's happening... things are slipping we're on our little plane of glass so clear but nothing makes sense. it's tipping up and you're sliding off. we grabbed hold to the top and you did not. you held onto stuff with no real roots, and now you are falling off the reality scale. i can't believe that as your friends we let ourselves fail. we can only hope for a bump in your track that you will hold one tight and crawl your way back. we cant let go, for fear of ourselves will make us odd, we cant help you, not anymore... climb little girl, find your way back. we're waiting for you. xoxo Kyelle