in a poetic mood... or something

[tirsden]

I wrote this earlier after I cleaned my room.

where am i, now?

i was sitting in my room blowing bubbles
my room is black and purple
to the white walls i told my troubles
or tried not to think of them

i listened to evanescence and read
i even tidied up, which has been much needed
doesn't matter that I wish I was dead
but the moment will pass, leave it's pain with me for next time

i will blow more bubbles, feel them break on my skin like tears
and wait for the world to end
there are no windows in my room
no sunlight will find it's way around that bend

hello? goodbye. don't cry, i'll miss you too
where am i going? nowhere fast
did we lose me somewhere?
i'm not sure, check the past

things aren't as bad as they seem
when you can't see past yourself
time to spread my wings and dream
or better yet, make myself a cup of coffee


*goes back to playing at Gaia*