The World Inside My Mind

I say that I'm happy

Spoilt milk.
Spoilt milk is the feeling of the little oceans of sadness spilling down your mountains.
Afraid to stare, afraid to look away.
More spoilt milk, suffocating a little cracked house.
The rose is in my cheeks,
I feel it drowning me.
The sky is sad like me,
But I don't notice it's tears until the lions pointed it out.
I wish the crack in my face would grow,
But it refuses to and so I refuse to speak.
I am one in ten people.
My mouth bleeds smoke,
White against the solid air.
One light is open,
The other flickers shut.
The split in the sky spreads gracefully,
Their tears fall with the rain.
The owl that was promised a nest lays dead on the ground.
I'll put my eyes to sleep,
Make the world go black.
Feathers drifting light up a cold blood vessel.
But of course, we'll burn that bridge when we come to it.
Sometimes I get tired and nostalgic;
"Hey wanna rp?"
I think I love that golden leaf,
We fall the same way,
But maybe emotions are just illusions.
I'm not crying,
I just have tears in my eye.
Low clouds get tangled in trees,
Time pulls me away from what I love most.