Abstract extremities
Indirect, flawed with hidden meaning
The author is dead
That's what they said
She's put away,
Still screaming
To this day

they judge
so innocently.
they don't see
what lies beneath.
the horror.
the depression, anxiety, pain.
the thoughts, the worries, the fear.
the memories of the past.
it's all hidden, deep down inside.
how would they know?
how would i tell them?
so my answer, always
"i'm fine."

The fire is ours
We keep it locked away
Afraid anyone is gonna see
That you are more than what you show
That you are someone speciel
You keep the fire locked away
Cause its yours
No one elses business but yours
If you keep your fire away
No one can put it out
The fire is ours
But is it ours to keep?