Millions [Poetry]

melancholic canopy

melancholic canopy

november19-20twenty17

the water went down the drain, and in trying to pull me down with it, I felt desired.

I hope to sing myself songs into oblivion, to desert my personality and blank slate the entire ordeal. I wished upon ten million stars for revival, but it appears that I have to do everything - or nothing - myself.

I ache with the wounds I inflicted onto my inflamed self-destruction, a battle I have never cared to win. in trying to get better, I made everything worse, and worse still.

I need to be anchored. I'm sinking so fast, drowning so terribly. maybe I need the opposite - a life preserver.

I slipped into nothing, and I hope to stay hidden in the leaves of soft sounds. closure's unattainable, but I can definitely close myself off from the rest of the world.

funny how there are those who ground me, but are out of sight when I can finally see. how stubborn can I be?

let me remain in this forest forever, or at least join me and give me warmth and salvation at last.