kiss my cuts ❥ poetry

one shot for my pain.

why did you do exactly what you said you wouldn't?
why would you go ahead and break that trust?
why do you prefer all the glamour?
am i not enough?
cause i never seem to be enough.

i'm the talk of the town,
they all say that i've gone mad
and that i'll never come down
from my high
because i'm scared.
i don't want to face the reality of things.

cause late at night
when i go on my walks
i sit still in the middle of the field
talking to the stars,
as if they're ever going to talk back.

sure,
i'll be okay tomorrow.
but once the night rolls around again
and the moonlight illuminates my path,
i'm back to my normal state
with tears rolling down my face.

what about the blue skies?
they've turned into a cold night.
we don't say a thing
the trembling little voices
that come out from the forest,
where we spent most of our days
the hushed tone
makes me really wonder
would anybody hear us
if we just run away?

-one drag for my sorrows