There are clouds in my eyes
There are solar systems in my veins
My head always hurts
My fingers always ache
Everything is so beautiful
I can’t get over it
I’m so alone
I can barely feel my pulse
I want him to hold me
I need him to hold me
Why is he so far away?
Who said high school was fun
I might drop out
Create my own world on canvases and journal pages for a living