look up to the stars
as I exhale ribbons of smoke.
The stress of life is taking its toll on me.
Sometimes I wonder.
Can God hear me up there?
Do the Angels hear me crying?
Does anybody care?
Anybody?
I close my eyes and begin to picture
myself up above the world so high.
I remember that song.
I always took it literally
And wondered just how I could get up there
Away.
From here.
Have you ever felt like you just don't belong?
Like your soul is dying because it's breathing
the air of an unknown planet.
Like everyday pieces of you disintegrate?
How do I feel homesick when I'm already home?
How do I miss something I can't really remember?
As I inhale the last of my cigarette I look down
at the earth and see the dirt that I am made of.
And I just can't help but think
How much longer before I'm free.
About the Creator
Beautiful_Disaster
I write what I feel. I write more when I’m sad.. There’s no harm in that is there? Sometimes we just need a little honesty.
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