Every Night
I cry each night
Singing haunting
Melodies to myself
Hoping that someone
Will hear them.
I look up at the sky,
Wondering why the
Stars shine the brightest
When they're burning out.
I wonder silently
why no one sees
How much I struggle
To keep my mind afloat.
I wish to live a life;
Among the peace of
the trees and bright flowers,
Could I be happy?
-❀Oleander✿
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A Manuscript From Midnight
PoetryA collection of passages (most are sad) that I've written late at night when my brain decides to go into crisis mode. Enjoy!
