she is the architect of her own ruination
yet she always acts startled when she bleeds
she looks for spaces to let out her emotions
yet she still feels obnoxious to cry and plead
she is a growing youth with a severe delinquent pride
she rather be beaten till her pulp pops than hide
but there's a story behind this girl....
she lost a piece of her sanity a long time ago
and locating it has become more unyielding as time goes
but she found something else...,
the simple truth
the simple truth of a boy
the unpleasant reality of a broken youth
the one who is frightened by hope and soothed by consciousness
the one who claims not to trust but yet loves the idea of intensiciousness.
the one selfish motherfucker
he hopes not to die alone but was birthed with a distant soul
he hopes to find true love
but hasn't found himself as a whole
what's the fucking point?
at least he is happy for now,
sdx lied.
