Will you hear the violence in my voice,
the sorrow echoing from my choice.
Nothing solid, nothing void,
simply something you avoid.
I rage and tumble, searchig for your truth
yet here I lay with nothing but my youth.
Our youth. That we should've shared,
unwilling to repair,
in some hole, my hole: ensnared.
You buried me, expecting me to bleed
yet you forgot, I am only but a seed!