I can smell the fading smell
of spring daisy fabric softener
as I bury my face into the
depths of my sheets.
Every second my window is
flying farther from the ground
and I'm falling farther up and
away from everything.
You make me feel trapped
in this tower of cold steel
and memories of regret.
Tears have been flooding the
staircase every time the sun
sets and you know it.
I live a fairytale, a twisted
fairytale where happy ending
is the jester's song and Prince
Charming simply can't handle
climbing this tower for a real girl.
I'm not normal here either.
My life is one twisted, messed
up fairy tale that takes place
in some weird, parallel world.
It's a cross between Heaven,
Hell, and Vegas.