Broken words up on this page
The more they grow of my new age
Sad songs on a ballad of hope
Around my soul a necklace of rope
Along this river of unseen pain
The red of blood has left my vain
Broken words up on this page
One more day of broken age
A generation of broken souls
Broken words up on this page
The lost hope of a new age

an unavoidable point in time that is destined to happen again
for the good, or for the bad
it can be a positive outcome
or it can end with an adolescent being embraced in the arms of death
temptations to inflict injury upon him/herself
cravings so unsustainable that you are forced to sit on your palms
just to simply resist the urge to bring that dangerous piece of metal
forth to your skin
nauseous , swinging dizzy heads
gunfire racketing inside my cell some people call a mind
i'm sorry for what i have done

I woke up
Today (so tired)
And I’m…
Not sure what
I’m doing (so very tired)
But I think,
I am thinking?

Am I thinking?
What’s my name?
Who am I?
Why?
What’s the point?
Why am I here?
Can I leave now?

Only
A
Few
Long
Painful
Relentless
Hours till escape

Not rest
Exactly
Just…
Absence
A necklace of rope
Too many down the hatch
Too easy

Sometimes it’s
Better
To be kept
In the dark
Safer and Quieter
Safer but Colder
Safer but Alone

Somewhere where
Light
Doesn’t shine
Doesn’t reveal
Doesn’t destroy
Can I go to sleep now?

A path of words
Thoughts, Choices
Millions and Millions of doors
Which to go through
Who knows?

Put me under the stars
And see me
For who I am
Myself
Alone

Take off this mask
Of smiles
And grins
This suit of armour
That guards
The soul

Sure,
Being trapped
Inside
One’s own mind
Can be
Quite lonesome
But
Has anyone ever wondered
What lurks inside?

I am a breathing contradiction
I am here but
I am insignificant.
I am alive but
Dead inside

Hiding in the dark
Yet
Living in the light

Alone.