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