Writing just to hear a voice
Asking myself if there's really a choice
Bringing it all together
In this frozen cold
Soul of mine
Filling in all the cracks
Switching reality
With some more fantasy
Soothing words
That aren't real
No longer a slave to the night
Might be a little crazy
But at least I know my own mind
You know it too...
(This is only the first half of a poem. To read the second half, go to the story called "Shattered Crystal's, Broken Hearts, and Bleeding Rainbows" by disorganized-galaxy. It's the part called -ether.)
YOU ARE READING
my life
Poetryi'm no one. i'm not even really here. and yet, i needed an outlet. for someone to see. for no one to see. a place away from reality, under a different name.
