Text: Attitude. Other. Damaged Goods.

This is my declaration of youth. Overrated and underused. Sleeping off the future fears. I haven't felt at home in years. And everyday I wake to the twist of a knife and I'm a stranger in my own fucking life. Just a kid growing up trying hard not to get fucked. Try to force me into a niche but you can't polish shit. Here is my adulthood, untouched and misunderstood. She said I was her reason to get out of bed, I remember every word that she said. She cured and cut me just like a knife but I still sleep alone every fucking night. Just a kid growing up, trying hard just to get fucked. Try to force me into a niche but you can't polish shit. I don't wanna say it. I don't wanna think that my best days are behind me. I'm still trying to find my place. I don't just wanna fill time and space. I'm still trying to find my place. You can read it between the lines on my face