Where were you when the sheets were tangled around our feet and our hearts were an extension of your pitiful laughter?
Why did we allow you to peel the hard shell away and pierce our souls, reading us like a magazine with sticky pages?
Everything about you entranced us, but you weren't there when we needed you.
We are the voice of the youth.
The heartbroken youth.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Where were you when the sheets were tangled around our feet and our hearts were an extension of your pitiful laughter?
Why did we allow you to peel the hard shell away and pierce our souls, reading us like a magazine with sticky pages?
Everything about you entranced us, but you weren't there when we needed you.
We are the voice of the youth.
The heartbroken youth.
I realize this is actually kind of sucky and I do appreciate feedback. I wrote it in about 2 minutes, with no edits, because I wanted to see what my raw feelings could come up with.
