A Fighter

A troubled youth

Burnt me alive

Drowning in those words

Suffocating in those thoughts

A poet born from the ashes

Sick of all the drama

Waiting to spread her wings

Crowded in an empty box of mind

Waiting to be filled

Lost in this chase

Abandoned without any direction

A parasite feeding on pain

The more she hid, the more she fell

Than I happen to see the girl.

I was, that you have lost,

I don't know her anymore,

But she will probably

Put up with your bullshit,

As for me,

Lesson learned very hard,

I can see the red flags have raised

Before they even drop

The rose-colored innocence is all gone