Sep 2017
All my friends are made up.
They aren't real, they're imaginary.
I wish I can just feel, just hear.
The voices inside my head are causing me fear.
I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them.
I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave...
It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.
They aren't real, they're imaginary.
I wish I can just feel, just hear.
The voices inside my head are causing me fear.
I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them.
I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave...
It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.
I aspire to improve on my stream of connected thoughts and words. Writing has been something important to me since the beginning I learned how to read.
