"They like to judge you, they like to mend you
They don't know anything that you've been through
Fall into the deep end
Feeling alive while you fight for your life"
"But I am wide awake, surviving day to day
I'm half-alive in my own way
And I am struggling with all the carrying"
A cat with pretty blue eyes,
The first two songs in the wisdom saga being exactly three minutes and fourteen seconds long,
Driving and fighting the urge to cry knowing that you're near.
Knowing it's time to get a haircut but not wanting to,
Wanting to tell you why I feel like I can't only for you to write the words out of my mind for me.
Going out with my grandmother after expecting rejection yet again and not receiving it,
Telling my cousin fighting newly developed depression that his mom and I understand him more than he thinks.
Going to pick him up even though I haven't left my room to eat, drink, or do anything.
My grandfather celebrated turning 72 and fought back tears as he read his cards.
Since when did my family become so emotional and care so much?
Getting drunk for the first time in my life and wishing I could tell you about it,
Itching after a night and a morning being high to ask my dad for a hit off his pipe in hopes it will dispell the gloom,
Rotting in my room instead, Because that's probably the better choice.
I think of you every day.
I'm sorry I'm not there,
But I know that if I light up a room as you say,
I'd be distracting you from every possibility in front of your nose.
Sleep well.
YOU ARE READING
Air Conditioning
PoetryVent poetry It's frowned upon putting your heart on your sleeve with such a weak code like a three number pin. For both of our sakes I hope you aren't the type to spend your time digging your claws in and working to decode someone else's words an...
