Young Writers Society

The path which has been trodden
Blood stained and is all broken
The faith stands weary and shattered
My thoughts all lazy and scattered

The confidence is screwed
The fear's at stage to brood
Ruling my life at large
As I hide torn apart

The mirror of wishes and aims
Reflects back horrific frames
A hypnotic? Yes, yes, will cure
All my worries of me for sure

Forever shall I be in peace
Release! Overdose me please!