I'm wrecked
A mess full of
Emptiness.
It's flooding out,
And somehow it hurts.
Wasn't it supposed to be some kind of
Relief, beauty ?
And the same tune keeps playing
Behind the mess of thoughts.
Ain't youth meant to be
Beautiful ?
The world is wrecked,
Or at least I hope so.
'cause then
I would not be a mess
Alone