DAy 266: something new

i have gotten used to being here

lonesome

where no one can find me

between these wall

darkness

holds my skin

my body is beautiful

breaking

the way we were taught in youth

somedays i sleep through my dreams

forgotten

there is no space here for imaginations

so i sleepwalk through college corridors

scared

i pretend its warm enough to be home

no one will remember the pain here

foolish

we all have taught our selves to be forgotten

there are laws i've never learned

dishonest

i dont want to be the bad one

lonesome

i have gotten so used to being here

darkness

between these walls

hold my skin

where no one can find me

breaking

my body is beautiful

forgotten

somedays i sleep through my dreams

there is no space here for imaginations

the way we are taught in youth

i am breaking from the inside out

my stories are trying to speak

but everything is melting into itself

including my words