this blanket doesn't keep you warm so you close your eyes and beg for more and more life.
now your world is cold because when you were up high you stared at the sun when others jumped and killed the light.
now it feels like you lost your mind.
So all this time spent alone made me feel so free. Am i happy being myself? Am i myself? I m lost help anyways this poem kind of means so much for me and i don t know why. i felt so at peace after writing this.