I don’t. Know. What I think. About anything. Anymore. I just want some fucking. Peace. 

And I hate. How everyone. Hates. Everybo. Dy else. And how much if (fucks) affects. Me. 

 

I’m a child. Strangled inside. An adult’s mind. 

And the sky. Is so high. Up. When I just wanna. Fly. 

 

Take me away. Do with my remains. What you will. 

I swear. I am fucking ill. 

Take me away. So I can see who cares. 

 

I don’t. Intend. To understand. The little nuance. Of my brain. I’d have to be insane. To try. 

My stances. Crumble like sand. In the face of monsters. And (monster) impossible. Waves. Define. Compromise.  

 

I’m a child. Abandoned inside. An adult’s mind. 

And the sky. Is so high. Up. But I just wanna. Fly. 

 

Take me away. Do with my remains. What you will. 

I swear. I am fucking ill. 

Take me away. So I can see who cares. 

 

I won’t break. Shatter. My mirror. But I’m dying to crack.  

               Ask. 

“What are you really?” 

 

I’m a child. Stranded inside. An (adult’s) addled mind. 

The sky. Is so high. Up. And I just. Want to cry. Please let me. Fly. 

 

But they act like. I’m a fire. Left alone to thrive. 

When have I ever. Burned. That bright. 

 

Take me away. Do with what I say. What you want. 

I swear. I am fucking done. 

Take me away. So I can see who stays.