Sit up for hours
On the edge of my bed Carpet burns on my tiptoes Daylight blurs in my head
Being lost isn't scary But it's strange going alone Help is always nice It's not easy finding home
Ambien falls down my throat
I've lost count of the drops Everything slips away But I'm okay being lost
Like walking in forests Branches break from my weight Crunching underneath my heels Nothing's real when the moon calls my name
I've named every star My new closest friends They've always been shining And watching over my head
I can't imagine their view Wondering if anything's real I tell them all of my wounds And cross my fingers They'll heal
I don't know where I got this scar from Remembering isn't easy when my brain's going numb I lost my childhood months ago And I'm all on my own
I guess I have to figure out where to go The bees stopped buzzing many nights ago Take one more dose before we begin I'll myself after some ambien
I've misplaced my pill bottles now Its empty body is found on the ground There's no more help and I've run out Back to bed, dragging my toes on the ground
Messy desk daydreams All the songs in my head They need a way out A way to mean something instead
If I don't write, then I'm nothing I only exist in my singing How will I prove that I matter Will my words be anything
Sit up for hours On the roof of my house I wouldnt say I'm alone Because I can have company without sound
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use your words- a poetry collection
PoetryJust a collection of unused lyrics, songs, or poems that I'm in the process of writing. Take inspiration from these words if you'd like and enjoy. :)
