i was laying awake in a sleeping city. there was something beautiful about it, i'm sure. except i didn't want to be awake to see the beautiful about it. i wanted to sleep for the next eternity, but this stupid mind couldn't keep still and shook me awake every time i tried sleeping.
i want to tell the world that my bones are gold, not ivory. i wish i could prove it to them. i wish i could twist my body inward and show off all the aureus i had left to offer. i want to show them that i'm not all dark stares, and i'm not the skin i'm wrapped in, and i'm not the stupidity i spout when i'm around people. whoever them is.
i lay awake in a sleeping city but apparently i wasn't the only one, the sound of cars honking in the distance consoling me that some other people couldn't sleep either. or maybe they actually had something to do with their life and had a reason to be awake.
i lay awake in a sleeping city before turning my pillow over and shutting my eyes in determination because the only person who will care enough to regret staying up tomorrow is myself.
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Teen Fictionthe cigarettes won't save me now. yet, the lungkiller sits mercifully between my teeth to grant me a temporary bliss in exchange for my health. it's not like i'm going to live forever. OR i've glitterglued my bones together and taped my eyes open;...
