Chill night
Moon is bright
No light
Laying in the grass
Listening to cars pass
I want this night to last
Don't want to look at what past
Overthinking
No blinking
Too busy thanking
Slowly waking
I'm not talking
I just keep on walking
In the silence
The voices grow loud
I feel suffocated
As if I am in a big crowd
Im all alone
I don't want to go "home"
Instead I wanna lay here
Never looking at what's near
Now I am on the edge
I start flying
Now here I am
Slowly dying
Slowly fading
No second thoughts
No regrets
No more fake smiles
No more fake friends
No more hiding
No more heartbreak
No voices
Where did they go
I don't know
But since they left
I can finally be alone
Didn't think this is
What it would take
But guess I was wrong
No no more
That is what I am
Merely a spirit
Flying over the land
It's selfish if you're sad
You should be glad
I got what I wanted
And so did you
Can't forget the voices
They wanted it too
Everyone should be happy
Not gloomy and sad
Because it happened
And the past is the past
It is what it is
You can't change that
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Random poetry
PoetryThere will be random poetry in here Poetry that I have written and I'm sure no one else has ⚠️TW⚠️ mentions of suicide and probably other triggers that I don't know of
