Cut on my finger
Sliced down his heart
Swiped right on tinder
Wait was that just flipkart?

I am 17 and I'm scared.
What if I am old and all I do is whine
I dread I'll become reckless and get drunk on beer and wine.
What if I'm playing around and I end up with a knife
I fear I'll become hopeless and give up on my life.
Will I still crave for him when I'm finer and I'm wise
Or will my mind lose interest and think of other guys
Tell me if Ill end up happy and have my dreams come true
Or will I be filled with guilt and end up mean and blue
All I know is, I'm 17 and I'm scared

The fence made of poison was built
Nowhere to go but stuck inside with guilt

Who I loved blemishes who I was

As the rails grew big and tall
I lay there still afraid I'll fall

The love for him from my heart abate
As her illicit one was written in fate

What are you really after?
My imperfect outer facade or my perfect inner despair?
Do you want to see the summers change to autumn​s or just a night change to day?
Tell me now you troubled soul,
Are you willing to let me warm up your cold numbing heart?

I walk around, afraid I'll fall
I fear not the wound I'll bear
It's the idea of the verb
that slides shiver beneath my spine.

Boiling from my heart.
Evaporating from my cheek.
Condensing on your guilt.
Freezing within your soul.

Is what I eat today because of the lingers my tongue was denied yesterday?
Is what I wear today because of my smudged red lips of the day before?
Will I be denied of who I am today because you expect from me, a little more?

The strings of perfection,
Pierced into the flesh.
Unable to move,
Unable to stretch.
The Goal seems so far apart.
Death plays the easier part.

Someday it began
Someday will it end
But in the midst of beginning and the end
Under the purple skies
Where we cherish and blend,
Our hearts will meet, collide  and shatter,
Wondering if in the end,
Will it all really Matter