Growing old and distant
from myself
Falling apart
Breathing in stagnant air
Choking on repetitive
perspective
Same things
different words
Betrayal, lies, death, and suicide.
All of it the same
I'm not changing,
I'm not improving.
walking away from
my emotions didn't help,
It suffocated my art.

So
I retreat into me
Lost who I was
Who I am.

Tears of ink
fall down my face
leaving word shaped
stains,
That tell my story,
My Pain.

Into my self,
there I will
hide,
inside
my
Introspection.

Learn who I am,
Learn who I was.

If I'm anything more then
Teenage Angst
amplified to an insane
amount,
If I'm anything at all