Is where I see truth, honesty, and art
Is not where I believe to be alive for ages
Is where my dreams come to life, and my heart no longer suffer
Is not where overdoses can occur
Is where I can be the closest to death without dying
Is the closest to a functioning real-life adult I can be
With still being the "dysfunctional adult" I am
Is safety and comfort, with fuzzy blankets
and aesthetic lighting
Is why I stay in the dark and hide
Is where cerulean comes to life on the ceiling
Isn't a place to get better, recover, or become soft and gentle
Is where I dream for a kinder, gentler day
that can cuddle my flaws and smooch away
the shame and guilt