There is no way out,
I'm trapped in this hell hole people call life,
I feel as if I don't belong here,
I'm just passing through with no purpose anymore,
I'm scared,
It's getting darker,
I don't know where to turn,
Every bridge has been burned,
But I'm running out of time,
What do I do?
Where do I go?
I'm lost,
I can't find my way back,
Nothing looks familiar,
I don't know where I am,
I have wandered too far out,
I have lost myself,
and who I truly am,
It"s pitch black,
I'm alone.

Our teenagerdom is a disease and the grown-ups are trying to flush us out with their own brand of youth

The brand of responsible and modest and                                                                          “When I was your age I never did that”

Their wisdom trying desperately to unhinge our craniums and kick out the ******* pop culture infecting our brain

Song lyrics and Hookah pipes                                                                                         Smokey eyes and baggy jeans                                                                                                  LGBT rights and the fourth wave of feminism

What they don’t realise is that our world is speedy and they are old

Their wisdom was born of their own mistakes                                                                     And we need to create our own                                                                                              Death is the only door for them whereas adolescence is a rebirth

We are the youth

And while our parents are trying to change the world

We will be living in it

The night is never
Terrifying

In a moment
I could peel back this window,

Scream and shout
And make a ******* racket.

Mimic murdered cats
or yell things like
**** or fire.

The terror comes
with the silence
in the after wash.

and that has nothing to do
with light or lack.

Church.
State.
Body.
Mind.
"Nobody gets left behind."
Toxic youth brain-washed by games
Adults around them carelessly play.
Success bartered for our souls
Briefcase in hand, your flesh still cold.
Air-brushed, white-teethed
In the mirror we hope to see.
The pressure builds, we're prescribed,
Church.
State.
Body.
Mind.
"Nobody gets left behind."