Writings of a Teen

Distressed

I've been traumatized.

The noises, the lights, the sounds,

They're all too much to handle.

I plug my ears with my fingers,

As I aimlessly wander and amble.

The world is vile and despicable,

A fairly dangerous place.

The world is cold and broken,

A constant war between the states.

Sometimes I wish I could fade away,

To disappear into nothingness.

Then I wouldn't have to deal with anything,

I can leave the world for pureness.

But then at the same time,

The thought of oblivion frightens me.

Being forgotten is simply pathetic,

It scares me to a certain degree.

If you're reading this now,

Then it's probably too late.

The world has shifted in many ways,

Ways...

...we shouldn't underestimate.