I wish that when I say,
I live for raindrops on my cheeks,
For typing sounds on my keys
For sunlight on my clothes,
People didn't look at me strangely.
I wish that people didn't tilt their head,
Or laugh as its absurdity
Its mundanity,
Its cowardice.
I wish that I had bigger dreams,
Higher than the sky, the stars
As my old school textbook
Would dictate me to.
I wish that I could find
Meaning in these days
Where my steps echo in the dark
And my mind tries to hang on
Into the shadows I go
A tiny light hovering beside my right eye
Trying to find a wish
A desire to go on.
I wish it wasn't strange
For me to be melancholic
So I brush it off and
Play my part
Happiness, sunshine
Joy even in the smallest of things
Only because I
Can't bear the weight of anything heavier.
Pretend, pretend
It's because I'm joyful
It's because I'm dying
And I can only see the ground beside me.
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The Bottom of The Sea is Dark and Lonely
PoetryIn attempting to heal my wounds, Many more came to announce their arrival Etching their names onto the marble walls Of the grand palace in my wavering mind. So I sank deep, deep down into the depths Trying to find an escape. But the bottom of the se...
