Am I lost,
or am I free
wandering aimlessly
away.
I’ve been left behind
by those who refuse
to dream-
they say that
nothing comes from nothing,
how am I to stay?
My body floating
on open sea
or perhaps on
clouds of night.
The moonlight does not comfort me,
sharpened ends of stars
stab at my heart
and so
I will taint the sky with red-
not the color of classic romance
in the form of rose petals,
but the color of blood dripping
from my pricked veins.
Is anyone out there-
someone to help me?
Look at me dead in the eyes,
they’re begging to see past this disguise.
Do you need me for yourself
or need me for who I am-
if you could read my thoughts, you’d cry.
My ears are ringing with silent lies
Lie, lie,
Lie to me like they all do
I’ll feel better if you say it,
even though it’s nothing new.
There’s more to life than just honey, sunshine, and smiles-
“your happiness is your demise”,
what am I to do?
I look up at the clouds wishing I were up there,
I no longer wish to be grounded-
anywhere but here.
The tips of my fingers flow with red,
oozing pools of liquid beneath my skin.
I am sprawled across white bedsheets
smudged with the impression of a
blood angel.
It feels good, a peaceful type of painful;
but I don’t know how much I’m losing.
What’s the use of telling
right from wrong
when there’s nothing here for me.
Am I lost,
or am I free
wandering aimlessly
away.
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