I feel as if the world is giving up on me and I turn to you in hopes that you haven’t given up on me too. I look for reassurance in your eyes the same as the stars that scatter the skies. Please don’t let me go.
My biggest fear is to die in this town without ever reaching my dreams.
But then again most artists die before people notice the beauty in their work.
Sitting at home alone. Not much else to do than to stare at the ceiling and let my thoughts take control. All of my friends grew up and went away. I wish they were here to stay.