You mess with their head,
Make them think you’re in bed.
Instead, you’re out chugging beer,
Singing drunken cheers,
You fight until somebody’s dead.
Your wrists are all scarred,
Your lungs are all tarred,
And your pillows are patterned with tears.
The drugs fuel your dark fears,
They put you in a cell that’s all barred.
Getting high and feeling low,
Cutting deep and breathing shallow,
Painting your room red,
With all the hatred you bled,
Pretending that they don’t all know.
It’s another teen pregnancy.
It’s an alcohol-fuelled emergency.
The boys’ll all deny,
The girls’ll all cry,
'Cause they’d thought that guy was 'the one'
When that asshole just wanted some fun.
Put that wine in a glass,
Cheers to skipping class,
And telling your teacher you’re sick.
Isn’t failing school just a kick?
You both know there’s no way that you’ll pass.
There are worried calls,
Whispers in the halls.
She asks if you are on drugs,
But you give her some big, warm hugs,
You say that you’re tired, that’s all.
There is no excuse
For being a friend of the noose,
Or the switchblade they found in the drawer.
Then they’ll find you on the bathroom floor.
You knew there was just no use.

I'm sure many people can relate to this. And I sure hope your readers will get a/the moral lesson out of this. Anyway, this is really well written and I've got to applaud you for the pattern of this poem. a a b b a isn't really a pattern that I get to see all the time. Many are simply free verses, a a b b, or a b a b, not that I dislike them though. lol I think I've only used those three patterns so far. Also, I like the rhyming and how simple enough the words you used in this poem. I think simplicity makes it easier for the readers to relate and connect with a literary piece. The title though isn't really catchy and is a little bit cliché. I'm sure you can come up with a better title for this. To be honest, I wasn't excited when I saw the title. I thought this was just another dramatic teenage poem. Good thing the poem itself is great.