*this poem feels to me like it's not finished, but im not sure*
Staring up into the deep blackness of the sky,
I see a face with hidden eyes and I
Wonder if it's my own face that I see.
Thinking silently that it couldn't be,
Because everyone has to think that I'm fine.
And I know that today these emotions aren't mine.
My mood keeps changing, going faster
Than a speeding bullet. Am I falling to my past or
Am I just crashing harder than before?
It seems like she can't take this much more.
Just this morning as a single tear fell.
Am I alive? Anymore I can't really tell.
