i used to watch the stars at night
and wait to make my wishes
but sometimes the sky was too bright
and my eyes are little bitches
i used to write until the morning was five
it was one of my favorite things to do
but one day i shared the end of my life
they sent me away as my eyes turned blue
i used to sit at home a lot
my friends were usually busy
i was left alone with my darkest thoughts
they screamed until i was dizzy
i used to have a better memory
but i guess that left me too
and isn't that the summary
everyone leaves, even you
i used to let myself be sad
i stopped trying to get better
and soon i learned the affects were bad
as i began to write my letters
i used to want to leave this world
to get away from everything
but then she showed me where my heart was burrowed
and reminded me to not overthink
i used to let the sadness define me
i let it take over my life
but happiness she helped me see
and i was holding depression by a knife
YOU ARE READING
rocket's dreams
Poetrysome pieces of writing i made to get negative thoughts out of my head. i write in times when my head seems to spin like a record, however the needle is depression and i am the record.
