Teen Anxiety Thought: Naive

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Shackled by the chains of my naive heart, trapped by the thought of your love.
  you give me the key to my freedom yet I am unmindfully here.
  I yearn for your touch, without your flame I am left cold and shattered like the vulnerable doll I am.
I am nothing to you, yet you are my everything
 "Move on" they say...but I try to wring out every last drop of hope that is left of my abandoned heart
 "Move on" you say...but my tears become tattoos that stain my body
  Left high and dry
With no reason to give
It makes me wither in pain
  My internal screams are muffled by my forced smile
  the shadow of darkness that lurks inside the cage that embeds in my soul reveals it's intentions through my once innocent eyes

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