I can't believe how high I am.
Soaring above the clouds, looking down in ambivalence.
Pretending to care has never been so hard. BLAM!
Into the ground I crash in magnificence.
Sparks explode and seas collapse,
into the void we all descend hopeless and afraid
aimlessly we wander with no maps,
I look towards your braid,
hoping to find solace
in this emptiness
but i only find malice.
hatred towards this loneliness.
I can't stand this feeling
it's all too trivial.
It's like my skin is peeling
and the atmosphere was convivial.
No one seemed to notice the struggle I had within me
because we all tend to avoid others problems,
but this was arranged differently.