Young fresh skin

Shallow and dull

Suffocating in nothing

Weaving a rope

That we will hang from

Masochistic frail souls

Looking for it in the wrong places

Imaginary love lost

No real experience gained

Fresh glowing skin

Unmarked but underneath

Fear wrapped up in confindence

Scared of admitting

Little sad soul in mourning

For self-inflicted injury 

Caley  Holmboe