night skies,
oh so dark.
night skies,
to them i could maybe cry.
blue and black,
faces staring down.
pot in my lungs,
pills in my nose.
music blares,
i enjoy all the fucking stares.
attention seeking whore,
anything for a glare.
adderall coughing,
deadly walking,
on my way to wonderland i hope.
i cant think on my own,
only lyrics i sprout.
ive lost my face,
staring at the night sky i hope.
if i act out,
convince myself im insane,
will i eventually go back to my home?
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PuisiFirst few chapters are about this girl then the rest is just my life and me venting. If anyone read this please dont comment shit like "are u ok" or "talk to someone" i really dont need that and i present these problems alot stronger then they are i...
