My Pen 1

Social days and lonely nights, as i try to pull my head out the clouds i realize i cant only because im just to high. Looking out for others and never for myself. Happiness is a state of mind that i have chased for some time now. Yet as i get closer to it, it becomes less and less apealing. As i put others ahead of my happiness, which was always so close that i could just reach out and grab it. But just couldnt do it in fear of losing people that are special to me. But now as i come down out the clouds i see how the world reacts to truth. So now im out the clouds and its winter now and im chilling alone like the last ice cube waiting to melt 12dots