I have a roof over my head
clothes covering my body
food in the kitchen cabinets
So, why does it feel like I'm dying everyday? ©

I wonder
how the night sky can be so vast
Yet, make me feel so compact

A disc that's been scratched
for years now
Yet, continues to play each track

I wonder,
what makes the night sky so scary

Is it the darkness?
The silence?

Or is it the story the darkness tells?
The pain, the loneliness
The heartache

The unknown frightens us all;
But I wonder,
what makes the night sky so beautiful?

Is it the stars?
Or is it the story the stars tell?

I wonder
If it is not the night that makes the sky beautiful,
But the person looking at it.

It's either
you stay up until 2 am
allowing your mind to twist and turn
allowing the loneliness,
the darkness
to take over

Or you lay down at 7 pm
and you sleep
for hours continuously
until you wake up
at 2 am
only to drown in your own sorrow
again

And I can't figure out which is worse

We're all mad here.
And perhaps,
those who deny
are the most mad
out of us all.

And it kills me
to know
that you would much rather
open a bottle
of raspberry *****
than open up yourself
to me.