Why am I hungry While I sit and eat my food? And why am I cold Bundled up by the heater? Why do I tell him, Aware that I'm not alone, "I think I'm lonely."? Am I supposed to fall When now I've grown wings? Or am I to crawl When my legs can walk again? I thought I could see With eyes opened to the light, But darkness returns. Is it just me, or is this The empty, chilled night Where loneliness is granted As effort's reward? When will the new flowers bloom Where I planted them? Will I stand alone again, Like I did before When I fell back on nothing, Lost in confusion? Or will this dark be broken To bring me dawn, eyes open?
why is every poem about drowning? crashing, falling, dissolving why is everyone drowning? an entire generation pulled in by the tides of mental illness why do we all hate ourselves? was it the way we were raised? or are we proof that the theory of evolution is false if survival of the fittest is true then why do so many of us want to die? a generation of sad sad kids betrayed by the chemicals in their own brains drowning crying out for seratonin
I love OD'ing on sunlight when I wake up grab some OJ and go lay in the soft grass, and tell the birds to carry on their light conversations and noisy chitchat above my closed eyes open head - delve into me the grass probably itches if I pay attention, but who cares I can't restrain my limbs any longer no more hanging in limbo with excuse of pain and no gain I can't remember why I'm naked but I always feel naked around you I've always been naked under these clothes
My brain is dashing ahead, though I stop and gaze inward and upward The trees could be mocking me, but they're probably just as happy to be themselves as I am so I follow suit and reach up to ask for mutual attraction from the sky and we start a new day time to function back to the grind my gears shift and the grey leaks back into my veins time to function (but once you've overdosed on daylight, you're never the same)
song in my head and a bounce in my step you can't bring me down today