Torn
Torn, shattered, ripped to shreds.
So many unknown feelings fill the youth's head.
Fighting to get back where we once were, all the times we had before.
Torn, shattered, finally looking ahead.
The world is brighter as we look beyond the deathbed.
No worries or anxiety overwhelming the overfed.
Standing on our own, not an ounce of selfishness in the intent.
Dreaming through the night not the day, living in the present, content.
People jubilate to the sound of their own drum.
Finally, jamming out to our own strum.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Torn
Torn, shattered, ripped to shreds.
So many unknown feelings fill the youth's head.
Fighting to get back where we once were, all the times we had before.
Torn, shattered, finally looking ahead.
The world is brighter as we look beyond the deathbed.
No worries or anxiety overwhelming the overfed.
Standing on our own, not an ounce of selfishness in the intent.
Dreaming through the night not the day, living in the present, content.
People jubilate to the sound of their own drum.
Finally, jamming out to our own strum.
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