I drowned in fantasy and I can't breathe
It trapped me, I was suffocating
Now im addicted to my dream
A dream to make a story even if it means ending me
The daylight felt far away, no matter how much I swim
I gave up and let my reality haunt me
As I always wanted, I drew everything I needed
Friends, family, I drew a heart that was beating
I drew perfection with every scar that was healed
I drew a body that knew its worth
I drew a brain that was working
I drew eyes that could see
Not only see but realize its importance
I drew a fairy tale where fate is the main role
I drew a lie that i believed
I paused life and thats were i ended
Flying thinking i was free in the cage of an author's mind
Now everyone knows im a dead soul
Cause they found me buried in the depths of fantasy
YOU ARE READING
thoughts from a teenager
Poetrypoems from my teenage years that I wrote when I was in a really bad place, maybe they will help you the way it helped me
