I'm lost in the world & everyone says these are the best years of my life but i find my self slipping between the pages . I have flowers in my lungs & the vines squeeze my heart until it goes numb . I can't seem to find happiness in sheltered homes . Out of all these worlds I was born into the right one yet I still feel smaller then spilt milk . I can't find a reason not to break my bones with memories of ended movies . & my whole life has been a dream yet no one has come to stop my skin from shrinking around me .
