ShatteredSoul/DeniedYouth

Clouded imagery of career trajectories I find myself smashing the mirror of possibilities right infront of me, the demons dressed in lace it's so attractive, abrasive abstractive

why does this guilt fill up inside of me I did nothing wrong I was way too young to understand but they knew,
They took advantage I feel dry, like an empty ink cartridge

I'd like to say I'm passed it

you hit me hard we were blood and now it's seized into clumps on the ground that is just breaking into fragments and white noise

 its like I can hear your voice

 in the dust and the wind and I wish that i could sing I wish that I could bring to the table what my teachers taught me proudly but if it's not that then it's all falsification

Falsification of a false incarcerated nation of a broken Britain we call home yet theres worse places on the globe I'll admit that the trouble were in seems to be sizzling in the veins of every young person standing for what they believe in trying to grow a voice for what they take pride in

Seems to be disregarded and seen as something not worthy as breathing as our opinions are buried ln a long lost grave and the skies turn the months from october to may

Without you even noticing whats right infront of you
you see there's nothing to live for but the hearts of your family or friends or whatever ties you never want to end

because definitions mean nothing and so does this song if you can even call it that I'm just spilling my mind so it doesn't poison my insides cos I'm so sick of routine breakdowns and scheduled cries,

But if you ask I won't admit that I'm not frightened

That one day soon they will expire, our ties  burn out like an old fire our kind can rekindle

But that of the older generation they don't listen
to their inside consciousness are just

 concienceless but less of that we seem more than that we can be better than the borrowed time were living on if you look you can see what's really going on with false reality delayed senses of security but no one will ever agree because their perspective is some kind of different degree from yours but don't let that sink you

 just let it make you think you can be better than this or whatever you're in it won't last long cos the nights always end the only promise is death so is your life worth dying for do you think you can try more

you can be bruised with broken bones crying on the floor and no one can hear you you can't see anymore what's the point in this world I can feel every spin on the fingertips as the world whirls around me

 everything stops around me

 I take a better look as reality drowns me

 when you watch the ones you love put everyone before themselves and you try and tell them they can better themself want nothing more but to uplift their mental health
Let them know you have also felt
That way

or you can watch as the ones you love turn into the ones you hate they become demons and you wonder if it is really their real fate or just a matter of bitter time

Because time hates love

And best friends make great for enemies
Some family members see less of me
 but I tell you it's time we grow up because bridges don't build themselves and we don't control what's in our self conciousness
or our souls but I really hope that when I turn old I don't forget all the things I hold dear to me now all the values I live for and I am so proud I have achieved more

Wishes cannot be granted but dreams can be earnt, sometimes it will leave your fingertips burnt every day can seem cursed and you wonder is there really anything worse

 what do you think about when I speak?

Does it fill your lungs with black, do you feel to burst? Because I might just start putting myself first I'll encourage others till the day that I die, because I believe that's why I'm alive

To give back to those who taught me, the ones who fort for me when I had no fort around me nothing to surround me people who placed my boundaries for me

My mother calls it the naivety of youth, I say it feels like a rotten tooth that you just don't want to see the dentist about.