Oh how my sorrows torture me.
Quiet room and dim light.
The silence does not comfort me.
Not in the way that I want it to be.

Where is the door that leads outside?
To fresh air and freedom.
To where risks are hid and excitement lives.

How I wish to go outside.
Inside I feel, It's such a bore.
Hurt and adrenaline does not belong here.

They belong out there.
To hurt and ****,
Save the hearts of the confused,
The unorganized minds,
And the bodies of those who thirsts
for the blood of their own.

I just want to go outside.
Where I know the are many crevices to hide in.
My fingers will be *****,
My mind will be empty,
My heart will finally feel content.
I just want to be free from worry.