Broken Teen

Never call me Emo ‘cause I’m not one of them

I’m not used to be one of them

I maybe have this illness but I still walk free

The true me is keep inside this empty room

Yes! A broken teen is who I am

Am I happy deep inside or just in mind?

Beneath my smile is a voice calling for help

Behind this whole body is a broken me

My life is bounded with crimson thorns

Each night I cry ‘cause I couldn’t hide the pain anymore

But it heals the wound that laughter’s can’t cure

I wake up with invisible tears

Pieces of me scattered in my room

And the clock stops to tick

The dawn will again rise, slowly unlocking the door

But still I’ll be left inside with fear

Another day gives me unending sorrow

Hatred and loneliness creates sad music

Concealed in the midst of the deafening shout

The hymn continuous to flow inside me

And it feels like it slowly kills me

Seems like I’ll still be lose in the shadow of broken me.