It's called: "Where?"
I sit and stare, and I ask God where,
Where did I catch this cold?
this cold feeling that makes my thoughts
twist into something
Something that lingers in my head,
burrows itself
Turning me into someone I’m not
Planning and crying, this thought
makes me wonder where,
where did they go?
The happy feelings, the smile
that use to be painted
always painted on my face
This cold makes me see reality
no longer are my thoughts clouded,
no longer am I protected
protected by my outer shell
that shows the girl that always smiles
always laughs and never cries
she seems like she’s happy
always, always she is smiling
Asking and more planning,
trying to sleep face down
fear that no one will understand
this cold makes me feel
alone and unwanted
fearing the judgment that
my body will endure
my conscious tells me no
but the cold lingering thought it
makes me search for a way out
Pills and pillows, this thought
it makes me want to sleep
sleep and wake up
wake up where I can ask God
ask Him face to face,
Where did I caught this cold?
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