I am blue
no;

Not sad,
Just blue

I smoke cigarettes when the city is quiet

& Small

While people fight themselves to fall asleep;

I cry to the Moon,

already admitting defeat with the chemical imbalances in my brain

The walls are breathing

My subconscious whispers

I ask,

'When can I stop pretending'

My smile is wearing out and my greetings
become mumbles

I want to lay in bed

I am not,
Even to myself;