what is the feeling of weight pulling down on my chest
the feeling of not wanting to life a muscle or zoning out
the constant day dreaming to escape the reality
just to come back living in this world made of gray
where is all the color
we all saw as children
where are all the fantasies
where did all the happiness go
the cloud in my head not wanting to go away
"maniac" they say
"its finally time" they say
i push them aside
yet the pain inside me doesn't go away
it haunts me still when i'm alone
i'll run away as far as i can go
until my last breathe blows
YOU ARE READING
☀︎︎the fallen stars and her flowers☀︎︎
شِعرi guess it's poetry? i could say most of these are pent up feelings
