Dying in my Youth

D amned to my
I nternal and
E ternal purgatory,

Y elling for anyone to let me
O ut, to
U nderstand, but I know
N obody’s listening, feeling permanently
G rounded,

A gony,
N oting the
D espair,

S creaming, does
A nyone in this
V ery sad world hear me, or are they
E gging it on?

Y outh gone,
O r paranoia
U nder all this
R ed hatred,
S urely,
E veryone despises me, I lock the door,
L ying, knowing I have
F ailed.