it seems like
when
the fog
surrounds me
the world
gets silent.
i'm just alone
me
myself
my
thoughts
and the
street lights
that
shine so
bright
fullfilling
you with
brightness
are dimmed
like
someone
put
a little
cloth
over their
shiny
heads
causing them
to stop
lighting
the world
to stop
the positivity
from
floating around
our dreams.
people
get suicidal
but
what if
they were
already
deep down
in their
soul
and
the street lights
just
awake it.
like
the little
children
playing
and
enjoying
every
tiny
little
inch
of their
tiny
little
life
smiling
not
worrying
letting
time
slow down
losing
their selves
in their
selves.
oh
how
i want to
admire
little
tiny
children
but all
that my
mind
can
produce
is
tiny
little
pity
pity for
the
tiny
little
children
playing
on the street.
because
they will
suffer
the most
realising
there is
no one
out there
playing
as carefree as them.
enjoying
as complete as them.
smiling
as bright as them.
not worrying
as beautiful as them.
losing their selves
as selfless as them.
