its shitty poetry time, my dudes

a cringey thing about daydreams and disassociating that also doesn't rhyme

you're yelling because my future is shit
but you're mistaken if you think i won't leave
i'm not even thinking about college
i'm thinking about packing my bags
the earth is dying and so am i
so who cares if i get a degree
the longer i stay here
the louder i'll scream
when i'm out in the middle of nowhere
on a roadtrip with him
no final destination
we're just running
running from being your "daughters"
running from all of the fights
running from ghost towns in southern indiana
we'll go somewhere we can dream
maybe we'll just keep running
we can dance under the stars
the dreams all fuel my waking body
when i'm disassociating in the hallways of my highschool
i detach myself on purpose
i cant live in the present so i just live in the past
but the past isnt much better
so i just live in my head
living in daydreams
living in hopes
holding on to things that don't exist
but i hope they do someday

A/N: this isnt as much of a poem as it is a vent ? idk . frank if ur reading this hi, pls dont judge me for the cringe