A Fighter
A Fighter
A troubled youth
Burnt me alive
Drowning in those words
Suffocating in those thoughts
A poet born from the ashes
Sick of all the drama
Waiting to spread her wings
Crowded in an empty box of mind
Waiting to be filled
Lost in this chase
Abandoned without any direction
A parasite feeding on pain
The more she hid, the more she fell
Than I happen to see the girl.
I was, that you have lost,
I don't know her anymore,
But she will probably
Put up with your bullshit,
As for me,
Lesson learned very hard,
I can see the red flags have raised
Before they even drop
The rose-colored innocence is all gone