The Incoherent Babble of A Broken Teenager

Somehow lost again in the dark,
In a place where I am the meat,
                  And life is the shark.
  This skin just tastes so savory.

                                You don't understand so don't even try.
                                        I stand here with dirty fingernails,
                                            And tears in my eyes.
                                        Does somebody need to fix me now?

      I pour my sorrow out the only way I can,
      in broken words and depressing songs,
      and by kissing many men.
      So what am I now?

                                Am I a constant reminder that emotions bleed?
                                  Am I all the things you thought I would be?
                    Will you save me as I try to feed these senseless needs,
                                With the sounds of a pain that won’t go away.

Freedom is the ability to have choices,
                  so I must be a slave,
            who listens to the voices,
Because they promised they would make it all okay… 

                                      …but that was just another lie,
                                                          wasn’t it?