GhostSlayer

She wished that space would talk to her,

And whispered to the moon,

About the days that haunted her,

And those that would come soon.

She wanted to apologize,

For wishing on the stars,

How I Accepted My Karma and Found Hope Again

When I was young

My head was full of dreams

Of fantasies

My eyes

Shown

And glimmered

My mouth

Constantly moving

Spitting out ideas

Then I grew up

My head became full

Shoes worn by angry feet scuff up mirror floors,

and white paper faces with blue lines 

look down to see nothing reflected back 

but searing lights and

I hate having genuine friends. I hate feeling connection.  I hate how comfortable I feel. I hate how I feel like it’s okay stupid around them.  I hate that I know I’m being genuine around them.

It's the beginning of the day

breathe out heavier

walking into school

trying to make a white cloud in the air.

It's the middle of the day

stick my fingers into my pockets