I painted with a knife, as my skin shall be my canvas,
I kept thinking of what I should've done, regreting every desicion I have made over these years.
I regret remembering, I regret everything.
The fantasy helped me lived at least once feeling the light at the bottom of my dark sea.
I kept jumping of the edge knowing I was still safe in this dream.
I see a shade of blue but a darker shade of you,
In the night sky I see constellations, stars connecting to one another. I don't feel the emptiness in this fantasy world we have created
So he said,
"Why not escape reality?"
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Poetry|Highest Ranking #51 in Poetry| ~COMPLETED~ I'll be writing poems here and you can make requests and I'LL DO MY BEST to make them into poems. :) -Sasha
