All my friends are made up.
They aren't real, they're imaginary.
I wish I can just feel, just hear.
The voices inside my head are causing me fear.
I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them.
I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave...
It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 10:17 PM UTC
All my friends are made up.
They aren't real, they're imaginary.
I wish I can just feel, just hear.
The voices inside my head are causing me fear.
I close my eyes hoping they'd still be there when I open them.
I see the streak of light they leave, wish they wouldn't have to leave...
It is my only happiness but it's false, not reality.
I aspire to improve on my stream of connected thoughts and words. Writing has been something important to me since the beginning I learned how to read.
