Mon, 05/19/2014 - 00:05 -- Lilyk8

I once would walk in the sun and smile

as I felt my skin absorb the heat.

Life was radiant.


Now I only go out side

when it is dark or cloudy

because the sun burns my eyes

and my skin spits out the heat like salty tears. 

Life is slightly bleak. 


I used to avoid sitting in my room 

for long spans of time other than sleep.

I was radiant. 


Now my gut turns 

when I leave the house

and I all want is to sleep.

I am bleak


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