dazed, and crazed
i'm on cloud 9.
it feels like a constant high,
a forced state,
to forget bad days.
eternally living a lie.
as delicate as a feather,
let me drift into the wind,
so i won't be bothered,
or have to hear the words again,
on repeat.
let me run away.
away from me.
i need to breathe,
give me space,
so my heart won't race.
i've been burned too many times,
by continuous flames.
so, i'm running away.
there's nothing here to make me stay,
i'm gone,
gone in the breeze.
only what remains is hardly a memory.
of what they could no longer see.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
