Gangsters, moonlight and gypsy visions.
That one dream you keep on having.
The one where you're falling.
The air feels smooth against your skin, the clouds scare you a bit.
Dark room with the light off, casting a glare outside.
Fake smiles in the hallway in school, the laugh you wished you shared.
The friend you lost because of a dumb mistake.
You paint pictures of yourself in your mind.
I'm the shit.
Pop punk gender reversed princess.
No one understands you.
And that is fine.
You don't clearly understand yourself either.
And that is fine.
We don't know why we're on this planet.
Earth, a weird name.
We don't know which alien or supreme power put us on here.
Humans, a weird name.
The brain named itself.
We've learned that people all die.
Death a Gothic ending to a story.
Many lived their life in a small world.
If you're reading this.
I hope to be dead.
My ideas, my screams my demons.
- 17 year old boy, Fatih.
