Survival
Everybody knows I’m high,
Sometimes I crave my madness—it’s the only time I feel like I don’t want to die.
You love the glimmer in my eye.
I blaze and burn bright,
Losing myself in the euphoric summer nights,
Flying high,
Who else but me could bear this sky?
_This morning, the curtains stayed drawn,_
Casting a quiet,
Thick weight in the room.
My limbs heavy,
Sinking into the bed,
Each jagged breath like broken glass in my chest.
Delirious, I drifted,
And now—I’m dead inside.
Here lies a lonely Icarus girl…
Aching for a merciful revival.
Medicated on my own perfect poisons,
The only way I can survive,
The only way I know how to stay alive.
But do I want to survive?
The sun rises, tentative, like a prayer.
Planets start to align,
A sign in the cosmos, a lifeline;
The right chemicals find my need to thrive.
I have conquered the storms in my mind,
I have untangled the chaos of my life.
_Proof of my resilience,_
Proof that I’m indestructible.
Or am I addicted to my own melancholia?
Maybe only the brave dare to fall.