I’m lost in this place.
Grabity forcing me to the ground.
I can’t breathe anymore.
Can’t you hear me screaming?
My mind is my savior.
Yet, it is also my enemy.
Run with me.
To our dark fantasy.
No one has to know.
Just me, myself and I.
Maybe you’ll find peace.
Stop the voices inside.
Soothe your muscles.
Rest your bones.
You’re a jumbling mess.
Nevertheless, you’re still beautiful.
Even the broken parts.
They’re the prettiest.
Perfection is main stream.
Take my hand.
I can’t do this alone.
Leave me alone.
Have you gone mad?
Believe in me.
For I do not believe in you.
Love is pitiful.
Your passion died with you.
Your mind in shambles.
But it’s fine.
We’re all sad.
Go to sleep.
You’re exhausted.
No.
I’ve lost myself.
And I can’t retrieve it,
Smiling is a mask.
Talking to yourself isn’t healthy.
Loneliness is boring.
Crying is tiring.
Oh dear.
You’ve done it again.
(I’m not poetic, I’m just sad. What do you people think of it?)