22.10.20
Standing on my bed, leaning out at the sky
searching up at the dark clouds, it's a few minutes past midnight.
The clouds part and there they are,
like slow shooting stars meteors are showering by.
Despite the icy wind causing me to shiver and shake
I lean further out and continue to gaze.
I can hear my neighbors, drunk and cheering,
but as I look up it's like the rest of the world slips away.
It's just me watching a private show the sky put on for me.
It makes me wish I was watching it sitting on a roof wrapped in blankets.
It makes me wish for a blue box to fall out of the sky and land next to me,
but all this is wishful thinking.
No matter how bad my day was, this turned it around,
I just hope that someone out there is leaning out to watch the stars with me.
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4. Memories and Feelings That Still Haunt Me
PoetryI've cried too hard for too long as I debated death. Over and over, all I wanted was a quick overdose, a quick way to escape the pain. Until the guilt set it and made me realise, suicide feels too selfish. Instead I turned my sadness into art and my...
