When my brain won’t go to sleep When my heart just feels too weak When my sadness seems too deep When my eyes begin to leak ......That’s when I turn to poetry
Guess what I am so used to my nightmares Everytime I wake up from one I laugh at myself and go back to sleep Only to return to the evil place Back in my head But it's okay I am used to it now
take yourself some time: -to admire the clear, pastel sky, maybe tomorrow it'll rain. -to smell the blooming flowers, maybe tomorrow they'll wilt. -to hear the melody of the birds, maybe tomorrow they'll fly away. -to live, not just to exist, and you'll be grateful for what I say. forever is not something made for humans. but we can at least taste it.