this blanket doesn't
keep you warm
so you close your eyes
and beg for
more and more life.
now your world is cold
because when
you were up high
you stared at the sun
when others jumped
and killed the light.
now it feels like
you lost your mind.
So all this time spent alone made me feel so free. Am i happy being myself? Am i myself?
I m lost help
anyways this poem kind of means so much for me and i don t know why. i felt so at peace after writing this.