I feel like I'm floating through space, with my hands tied behind my back.
My eye's are fixed shut because that's the only thing that keeps me warm.
I'm dreaming of a warmer place...
The sun on my skin feels so real but I know it's just a dream
I crave innocence,
I still remember what it feels like to be naive.

Judgement fills the air, like an unspoken tension.
Conformity consumes all that enter.
Put your mask on. Cement your heart.

It is a war, that you must survive.
Innocence, taken. Individuality, deprivation.
Immerse thoughts only within.

Frayed edges upon my soul, tearing away slowly.
Sanity flickers in the distance.
Pictures above my mind.

Memoirs of those once there.
Body aches with each breath.
Pain shattering... Lost.