Minutes passed, like seconds you see.
My heart beats softer, hear me scream.
The agony and pain, the torture but pleasure.
I'm lost for words, pain - that's it.
My apathy cries out of my lungs.
Temptation to kill and set myself free.
The hatred within, the guilt I feel.
I bow down in shame, I took all the blame.
Paradoxic or sheer contradiction?
Confusion arises, thoughts start to wander.
My sense of directions, I've lost it all.
I've lost my sense of wrong and right.
Indeed I still lost in all these kind of fights.
Implated scares and plastic hearts.
I tore them up, like how you've done.
You'll never know the pain still haunts,
unless you feel it, then I'm gone.

-xoxo-

Defination of freedom:
1. The condition of being free.
2. The power to act or speak or think without externally imposed restraints.

A random 16 y/o kid who prefers to express herself through pen and paper.
A twit in literature, especially poetry. An addict over pushpops and green tea frappucino. A super weird kid who plays the two most sexiest musical instruments.

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