Crank (Crank 1)

closed in around me.

Happy Endings

I’d like to give you one.

But I’m not really sure

how this story ends myself.

Being a mother is hard

A lot harder than I imagined.

My baby boy is beautiful.

I sense an Old Soul within him.

But he cries a lot and he

doesn’t really sleep like a

newborn should. No lectures,

okay? I accept my part.

I watch my mom with my son,

loving him, as she must have

loved me. She’s patient when

he cries. She paces him to sleep.

I wish I could be like that. But

I’m only 17.1 feel like life is passing

me by as I stand here on the deck,

listening to him fuss inside.

Sometimes I want to curl up in

a ball and roll away. Sometimes

I just want to die. I only know one

thing that can make me laugh again.

Crank is more than a drug.

It’s a way of life. You can

turn your back. But you can

never really walkaway.

The monster will forever speak