It was so much more acceptable
To daydream
Back then
I don't know what's happened
I just wanna stare off in space
Blank look written on my face
I don't want this responsibility
I don't know what's happening to me
So what?
I'm a few years older
But now I'm not allowed imagination
I don't quite get what you're saying
I don't quite get what you're saying...
YOU ARE READING
Waving Through A Window
Poetry**While these poems reference suicide and self harm, they are in no way meant to promote it!! Read at your risk** When I look outside my window I don't get no peace of mind... Sequel: "Fading From Your Mind"
