Anthem for a Traumatized Youth

What thou shalt be wasted? With the ship of sorrow harboured. Like it gives thee an unexpected explosion, And the heart of trauma and darkness is implanted. It clouds into a season of bloodshed and pain, But all thy life seems to be bludgeoned. Tumbled into a canvas of time, As thou shalt find a euphoric heart abused. No description of fear was given, With thy face bashed and muddied. It shalt not be a publicized cry for help, Nor shalt it be a dark horse murmured. As a hard and stone-cold sadness torments thee, And thy emotional feelings go unnoticed. Memories would put thee in a chokehold, And thy mutual senses are blurred. Thou would find that thy pride is thy worst nightmare, In thy skull is a slug that is slightly planted. That, my friend, is a trauma that can drown in thy sorrows, And it can get thee wasted.