Trying to carry the weight of the world,
Is all too much for one little girl,
Sixteen such a tender age,
The words jumped to you straight off the page,
Landed deep within your heart,
Began to slowly tear you apart,
Private life became secluded,
No-one understood like you did,
Lies soon became the truth,
Believed it all with or without proof,
The world was full of oppressors and thiefs,
They could take it all but not your beliefs,
Self loathing at an all time low,
When your shadow tried to slit your throat,
But still you drag those weary bones,
And slump them in a place called home,
Slowly start to rot away,
Watch the death toll day by day,
Place yourself within the queue,
It was all too much all too soon,
No looking back no time for turning,
Only thoughts of London burning.
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