do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive. do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away
my new dream career would be to write/illustrate children’s books, and begin my own greeting cards company.
it’s embarrassing when you tell people your dream, and that dream is based on a talent you believe you possess, and you might not be as talented as your family hypes you up to be.
keep writing, it keeps me sane.
Without writing it seems
I lose part of myself
The part I keep hidden
From everyone else
The darkness and sadness
No one understands
Only my writing knows
Who I truly am
And at least when I cry
My writing knows why
Into my soul I can pry
No reason to lie
And I let everything go,
With a blink and a sigh.
Every winter is the same
The cold brings along the pain
I see nothing I can gain
Until the snow turns into rain.
Every year that passes by
No new thoughts behind my eye
No happiness that I can spy
The cold freezes up my mind.
He preaches to the Sun
Doesn’t understand its luminous ways
The world is cold and dark
Don’t waste your time.
Yet, when the moon comes out
He howls with the wolves
He screams into the darkness
Letting out pain.
Then, running down the way
His feet move faster than his mind
Thoughts left on the pavement
For cars to flatten and erase.
The clock reads three a.m.
When he returns to his hostile bed
Another battle just to sleep
To leave his evil mentality.
When he dreams, he is strong
No longer apprehensive of the people
The world is a less intimidating place
Where he doesn’t need medication to feel at ease.
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