Blank like a paper without lines
Warning people off with all these signs
Wishing for a quiet day
Not wanting anyone to stay
Care not for hurting them
Because my body is here but my mind is on a different realmMy body is between life and death
But feels like I have lost consciousness
In a state of nothingness
With people around like little pestMe, myself and I
In my little world no one can die
So I don't ever have to say goodbye
In my little world it's nothing but calm
In my little world I can do anything because I've got it in my palm
And once I come out of my little world I see people wanting to talk to me so I say a psalm
Because I'll be freaking out like Nov without her lip balm

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Thoughts of the Hopeful & Broken Ones
PoetryThoughts of the hopeful and broken ones can be deadly Knowing not what we are thinking Like quick sand the pain and the ache have us sinking Deep down in a dark part of our mind But a smile like ours makes them have nothing to find