the pain
hidden deep within
the sting of a clap,
a shadow on the wind
what used to be was killed long ago
the purity, the innocence has melted like snow
and we sit here
giving up the fight,
the battle that we call teenage
the pills and
parties
the drinks and
depression
the sex and
suicide
the knife at our throats,
and all that we though to be
real
was just empty stories,
no hope here
helping us now,
only pain and suffering
below
laughs and
jokes.
