trigger warning;
- drug / painkiller mention + suicide attempt implications
theres something so pretty,
about nihilism at half 4 in the morning,
something so pretty about listening to the same songs you listened too all those months back,
when things were nicer and it was easier to breathe the pollution infested air,
its so pretty,
thinking about back when these lyrics didn't have a meaning and it was just another song with a pretty tune,
but now the lyrics mean so much more,
when i listen i think of you and what we used to be,
and the spring where the sky looked bluer,
the sun shone brighter,
but now its dark and the curtains block out any and all light that might have a chance to shine thru,
the painkillers have been taken one too many times,
and the hospital has become home again,
a repeat of a lonely winter hitting us all over again,
theres something so pretty about putting your walls up again,
to hide from reality until things are okay,
but how can we be sure we'll ever be okay?,
how are we aware of a future from here?,
its half 4 in the morning and the music is hitting hard again,
the songs are meaning so much more,
and its all because of you.
YOU ARE READING
Kalopsia.
PoetryKalopsia • Noun ; The state in which everyone and everything looks beautiful. ✧一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 一一 and here the words will bleed onto the page of each separate chapter in my mind, and the words will fall so effortlessly out of my eyes. 一 一一 一一...
