I watch myself in an outer body experience,
I watch,
I just stand there and watch,
I watch myself try so hard to get your attention,
But no matter how hard I try,
I can't get even just a glimpse from you.
I then begin searching for a reason to live,
I always thought it was you,
I always wanted it to be you,
But now I understand,
Angels and demons aren't meant to be
I'm just unsure of which we are.
YOU ARE READING
A special type of high in saving yourself.
PoetryA book of Love, Trauma, Sadness, Sleepless Nights and intrusive Thoughts A book of my poems. (None of the images in this book are mine except the image on the title page)
