We once couldn’t wait to grow up
No one pictured how adulthood would end up
Slowly turning our innocence into gearing up
Leaving us vessels of empty veins
A forest of canvases stripped of colour
A generation of the most intricate minds
Filled with the most turmoils inside
I thought If I could write out my pain
It would end the haunting things I kept contained
It didn’t end them, It kept them alive
In the dark recesses of my mind’s hive
Where they hang like dead memories
Beautiful but lifeless and silent
Just like we’ve all learnt to be

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