Dress my life as though I live
In silver colored moonlight
Bright even in the night
In depressive
Settles stress in
I'm lying in addiction with my own apathy
In time
As to live it again flies right out of me
They are words
Sharp like jagged rocks
Flying fast through zero gravity
Nothing holding me
Bright like stars
The closest to the center of my brain
Brings a lack of tranquility
What medication is for this?
Where I sleep but it feels like I can't?
Where mirrors are like the fire in my nerves.
When did the open air become an atmosphere?
A cage?
Tell me if I'm being strange.
But I feel happiness only In space.
And I can never quite get there.
I'm just a kid with my head past the clouds
But I'm never fully anywhere.
YOU ARE READING
These are poems that I might write more of, who knows.
PoetryInspired by @Ladybug4692, @Tarynupthislife, and @RyPhanShipNBandTrash because they all helped me out in on way or another.
