8 months
of my childhood remain;
of laughter,
protection,
and little to no pain.
8 months
of the lovely life I've known;
of carelessness,
carefulness,
and the honest love that's grown.
8 months
till I trial a new profile;
till my life becomes a mess,
I think it's for the best,
and I simply pretend to smile.
8 months
till I leave it all behind;
till I only see strange faces,
drown in fear of changes,
and slowly lose my mind.
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
8 months
of my childhood remain;
of laughter,
protection,
and little to no pain.
8 months
of the lovely life I've known;
of carelessness,
carefulness,
and the honest love that's grown.
8 months
till I trial a new profile;
till my life becomes a mess,
I think it's for the best,
and I simply pretend to smile.
8 months
till I leave it all behind;
till I only see strange faces,
drown in fear of changes,
and slowly lose my mind.
Shorter than a pregnancy, but I'll still feel like a helpless baby in a new, cruel world.
