No more a teen.
Now as socially acceptable adults we find ways to self medicate some how.
To ease our ever beaten chests and hearts.
What use to be razor blades and emo songs in the park are now bottles of wine and Radiohead in the dark.
Scarily cryptic and psychologically frightening to loved ones and parents,
Unresolved childhood trauma, Most wouldn't understand the heartache because its scary and unpleasant to think about.
Introverted ones. We rather withdrawal into ourselves on a normal basis. How are we suppose to cry on the outside. Don't let out sign
or you just got yourself a one way ticket to a psychiatric ward.
So here we are, again.