I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
anxiety fills my conscience along with insidious darkness
I wonder why the world is so cold and painful, as frostbite is to my lips
a taste so bitter all forms of hope are demolished
I hear the voices of past souls, trying to advise me to turn around
but I persist to shield my ears, leading me to restless nights
I see shadows of my tormented past, guiding me to obscure loneliness
haunting me with past doubts and sorrow
I want to live my life without the regrets, regrets still chewing away at my being
unsympathetic to my cries of solitude
I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of the demons trying to attack me
oppressed by antiquated misery that dwells in the darkness of my mind
I pretend I don’t hear them shrieking my name
like a banshee in the celtic sea
I feel them gnawing at the depth of my perspectives
unable to see beyond the path of obstruction
I touch the feelings of joy and happiness, but am never able to grasp it
the guiding light seems to dim to darkness as my vision blurs to black
I worry that these demons will not flee
They vow bottomless wealth with a side of endless burning
I worry that they will eventually rule my mind body and soul
My senescent spirit is tempted by the sinister evils of the malicious ghouls hungry for empathy
I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:42 PM UTC
I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
anxiety fills my conscience along with insidious darkness
I wonder why the world is so cold and painful, as frostbite is to my lips
a taste so bitter all forms of hope are demolished
I hear the voices of past souls, trying to advise me to turn around
but I persist to shield my ears, leading me to restless nights
I see shadows of my tormented past, guiding me to obscure loneliness
haunting me with past doubts and sorrow
I want to live my life without the regrets, regrets still chewing away at my being
unsympathetic to my cries of solitude
I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of the demons trying to attack me
oppressed by antiquated misery that dwells in the darkness of my mind
I pretend I don’t hear them shrieking my name
like a banshee in the celtic sea
I feel them gnawing at the depth of my perspectives
unable to see beyond the path of obstruction
I touch the feelings of joy and happiness, but am never able to grasp it
the guiding light seems to dim to darkness as my vision blurs to black
I worry that these demons will not flee
They vow bottomless wealth with a side of endless burning
I worry that they will eventually rule my mind body and soul
My senescent spirit is tempted by the sinister evils of the malicious ghouls hungry for empathy
I am a broken teenage girl, unaware of my corrupt insanity
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