I was an angsty (if not eloquent) 15 year old.

Breathe, breathe, breathe...

I don't want it,
But I need it,
To feel this satisfaction,
I'm a bit sick,
Call the medic,
I can't handle this interaction,
Cagey answers,
No romancers,
I've given up to my inaction,
For another,
Day to pass,
Give me my God-damned sanction,

You don't feel this anymore,
Sinking through this second skin,

I don't want it,
But I need it,
To feel alive again,

No movement,
We've been fooled in,
How can we solve this dillemna?
If I can find it,
If we can sight it,
We'll be happy forever,
Cataclysmic,
This intrinsic,
Fluctuating demeanor,
Go on, bite it,
I can't fight it,
You couldn't do much better