Painting my scars on the black board.
It pains me to see them slowly vanish from my skin,
while the pain from within stays the same.
and while i'm not scared of going away,
I'm scared of not having made an impact.
Some people do great things and their imprint on the world make them immortal.
I wish i could dig my nails into humanities skin,
creating the same scars as the once on my arms.
then i would let my pain vanish into nothingness
while the marks remain away of reach.

You might see me with my head in the clouds.
You might have noticed my feet flouting above.
You might wonder why i cant stand next to you.

But to me, when i look down at the world it’s like staring into the ocean.
Even though the water has no color.
It is blocking my view.
All the lights.
All the lifes.
The thick layers of clear make it all seem dark.
When i look into the water all i see is myself staring back at me.

I dont want to sink down into the never ending darkness with only the plain image of myself as company.

For you, life is bright.
For me, i rather play pretend.

For when i am over the clouds i dont have to see or hear.
Above the clouds their is no mirror reflection.
Their is just my own emptiness that i can fill with dreams.

Dreams that will never come true.
Dreams that will never be ruined nor forfilled.
Dreams that will stay bitter sweet until the end.

I will sacrifice my own body to my mind and soul.
Hope that it will make me eternal.