This is me trying

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒

Soldiers on my mind
running down the lane
in this ring of fire,
towards the battlefield
on this wrist.

Do I mend this,
this broken porcelain,
the broken linings on my wrist
and cease the fire,
repair this tatted wrist
with gold,
but is it actually worth it
till the end?

Cause I have been so lost that
I count every second
of the days I have lived by,
so fucked in the head
that I can't seem to put an end to
this ritual of
churning the blues into poetry
at 3:00 AM.

Will I be seen,
under the limelight,
below the oculus?
Will I be seen,
under the limelight,
crossed arm
on my deathbed?

Candle in the wind,
do I walk on this tunnel
towards the light
or do I turn around
and return back to
home of the blues?

Popping off these pills,
I am a void
that fills up this ocean,
I am a void
that fills up this ocean
but
boys don't cry,
boys don't cry
so I try to
plaster a smile
on my face.

And despite it all,
here I am
unapologetically
taking up space
and
the moon never
looked this beautiful
from the rooftop.

-Take up space