Don't treat me like a child
Because I've been here for fifteen years.
These tired eyes have lived the world
And are still eager to accept more
Sights.

I have seen demise
I've lived in a death oppressed mind
A have, been in the coma of death
But resurrected no doubt
By the chemicals of hospitalised insanity.

I love the world
And by that I mean
The world does not love me back
Nothing loves me back.
But I still love

How ever human we may be
We will always be stuck down
By authority figures
Giving us, not guidelines
But detailed blueprints
On how we go by our days
Its a pain
But its life

We have to deal with it
Like how we deal with our cards
I'm not sure what you've pulled
Out of the pack
But
It doesn't compare with the bloodstained broken hearts I have.
Does it?
Like every teenager I would assume that it doesn't.

Because I reside in my mechanical mind
Powered by words sung in gritty harmony
And
You are humans
Objectifying yourself
to your preferred ***.
And you shall live and die
getting over the news in a average week.