Do you know the feeling of being understood?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of being loved?

Me neither.

Do you know the feeling of betrayal?

That I knew, as I feel fresh wounds still scattered across my heart

The thousands of doodles and drawings I had in my sketchbook

Could never compare to my wrist's lines of art

The things you could find hidden in a book

Might just leave your jaw wide open

For everything about me is dead broken.

 

And I have no idea how to keep walking

As tall, suffocating walls are blocking

Blocking my path

My way

My view

My hope

I can no longer cope.