Go to bed way before the sleep has come.
Lying in bed tossing and turning because it’s not me I want to change.. it’s the world
Dreaming of world better than this one.
I walk arms wrapped around my body afraid I’d provoke someone by just being me.
This world was always the freedom my soul yearned for but through the eyes of trapped child…
Falling leaves are just as pretty as blooming flowers.
I hated my view of this world because it made me yearn for the darkness and it made me hate everything that kept the light on.