We're all just fucked up, living in a fucked up world.

I go out drinking to forget my boyfriend.

I find myself with an epiphany, I am more important.

I sigh and I sit on this pavement that is cold.

To remind me of the degrees within my soul that have been consoled.

My tips are frost bit and my lips can't top it.

But my soul is warm.

So I try out these words, noun after verb, 

the silence is weaker than the need to be heard.

I have found myself, 

I am so young, 

I am so fucking scared.

I'm aware.