as I stare at the ceiling
and it stares back at me
my mind booming with thoughts
after a while it clusters and clears
into one subject

you
your baby blue eyes         your personality
your smirk          your cheesy grin
your jawline           your hair
your arms         your voice
your laugh              your hands
your height       your accent

the list will go on
but it honestly hurts me
that i haven't physically met you
and you can be a figure of imagination
a lie or a story once told
and you have no idea
i even exist
(c.r)

of the same human kind,
they shall be opponents?
Oh how tragic!

and as they manipulate you
you come to think and fight
for what might not be possible
but you can't control
your thriving of the feeling

and so all of you fight
Oh how tragic!

(c.r)

I'm no one special to other people
Just another out of a billion

(c.r)

I hate lying here awake
with thoughts running
through my mind

When I panick
as my mind over-powers me
and my head receives anxiety
no one will care
to be beside me

(c.r)

please stop saying you're hurt
or dead because you're
lying

(c.r)

The first thing I do
when my eyes open
is to remember
that I'm still alive
and that I didn't
dose off to blankness

You, my friend, might want
to leave forever
but I realise
that time is very
valuable and
it has to remain
a gift you each hold

People say, there are
places to go and
people to meet, so
why on earth would you
want to escape now

(c.r)

I remember your
shocking sudden fall
from the ladder and
thought you're a goner

(c.r)