I find it strange
This eerie feeling
It is too quiet to move
The demons might wake up
And then I would too

It find it strange
I dyed my hair blue
But when I turned the lights out
Nothing has changed
I still feel blue

I find it strange
This morepork no longer calls
It used to call for hours
Maybe it died
Or left for other views

I find it strange
Did you see the moon and the stars?
This night feels off
This bed does not feel right
The covers feel too close

I find it strange
Nothing has changed
But everything feels wrong
I think I will just write
Till the sweet dreams come

my mental health is a balance beam i keep forgetting i'm standing on.
sometimes it feels like it's standing on me.
i balance perfectly for a moment and suddenly i lose the discipline that got me there. i wish i could spend a few moments enjoying the peace i fight for. uphill battles are always difficult;
why does mine have to be invisible too?

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.

And then you remind me of why we left

Look into my eyes
I wanna see
What I look like
Without my scars