If only I were 5
Naive would still be in
Tying shoes and scraping knees were the only things on your mind
Because you're 17
Naive is a home, not a mindset
You live and breathe and eat until you're not aware of the skin you're in
Piercing every inch of muscle
Leaving bones tender and raw
This can't be it -- we've seen that we've made it this far
Are we speaking of needles or the screams that win?
Crying scarlet and shrieking grey,
It's impossible to not see the game -- and play
"You win and you lose"
Aren't these the rules that are followed?
But what about when your very being feels hollow?
Toughen up or you'll be eaten alive,
Like the core of an apple with a freshly made hole,
You've been infested with goo,
How far will you go?
Instead of letting your morals seep in, you know it's the doubts and desires that win
So if this makes no sense and you want to go home, you're reading it right! This is not a poem!
But one word of advise when trying to survive:
Be careful not to rot from the inside