the miserable life of a miserable teenager

I walk the empty street, searching for a meaning. Who knew the rain would forever scare away the sun?

Who knew the poison would spread so fast, ?

Who knew the pictures behind my eyelids were gruesome?

Nobody. Don’t lie, looking back of course you can, but nobody said anything.

Even though you knew how fucked this world is, I’d probably be doomed for destruction.

So why didn’t you say something?

I could’ve been gone by now.

No, you strung it out.

Strung it out so long, I’m staring at the lamppost begging for an answer.

What’s the meaning? Where’s the meaning? Answer me.