(I don't know what this is, I don't know what any of these are. I'm just spewing.)

Serious attitudes only lead to worry,

Fire from the city brought trouble into our homey place.

Careful reasoning is wasted in one sitting,

And I'm just left here to sit.

I cover the slits on my wrists,

Wrought by inactivity and waste,

I mean nothing,

I'm a childish disgrace,

Just another young face.

The adults do all the talking and I'm just left to sit,

I ponder all my worry but never get to speak it.

I take drastic actions to fill this empty void,

I take drastic actions to try and find my voice.

But I mean nothing,

I'm a childish disgrace,

Just another young face,

Nothing,

I have no place.