Sacred water of youth-esty

The thoughts of growing up
still linger in the back of my head
Each tear that falls to the cracked floor
releases new fears
of past thoughts,
the thoughts of the used and thoughtless works of an angel.
I'm trying to find Neverland and
bring everyone i can with me.
i don't want to live in a world of
soon death and decaying bodies.
My life is a "box of sharp objects"
and maybe thats the way i want to keep it.
All I'm doing is crying out for your love and attention.

Sorry for being me.