1. You're so lonely to touch something that touches you back, yet all night long you hear the rain pattering dismally against the panes. In the morning you stare at the Sun for too long that it blinds you. You walk past city apartments with window-sills full of plants, and you always turn back to look at them, and suddenly all your bones start to crack under the weight of all the lives you're not living. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 2. You wake up from a deep slumber with the impression of a carpet on your bare knees and try to make sense of your suffering. You stand in front of a bottomless mirror and wonder if that's how you look when nobody can see you. If nobody knows you're alive, are you? It's like feeling as strong as licking your blood out of daggers and as fragile as sanity on the brink of madness. You know, some days you're nothing but the sound of the world ending. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 3. You live in the beauty of an unfathomable mistake where everything dies on the creases of your lips. You write cliche poems and read them to a stranger who doesn't read books because it's easier to explain your reality without dying in someone's metaphors. Everyone knows you breathe in spaces they can never touch because you're the only language you can write. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 4. You love the soft shade of the boy next door who never looked back at you. You realized it a long time ago that there are worse things in this world than dying because life oozes out of your skin when he tells you he might fall in love, but not with you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 5. Poetry breeds lilacs out of your dead veins, you exist but not outside this poem.