Looking around myself
Searching for a familiar face,
But there's only me,
A loner searching for ways
To escape

Perhaps, the one sole star
that we wished upon as kids,
wasn't ever about the glowing speck
in the seemingly endless sky above.

All it took
were a few wakeful nights,
to realize--
it was, and always had been,
you.

If I could be fire,
I would be the kind
That burns itself

If I could be water,
I would be the kind
That drowns itself

If I could be light,
I would be the kind
That blinds itself

Alas! I'm only human
But I'm the kind
That tries to find
Good in every step

Each
Day
I
Pray
To slay
My depression.
Never been a quitter,
But I’d like to quit this obsession.
This obsession with my sadness.
And with my social status.
It’s like I fetishize the madness
Endlessly raging
Inside of my soul.
And I swear I don’t have
A place to just go
And lay low
For a while.

A place where I don’t
Have
To
Fake
A
Smile.