Cotton Flowers Staring at the ceiling, Empty pill bottle in hand, I feel myself slipping away, My fingertips turning blue, My skin feels like ice, But inside I feel warm All floaty and weightless I'm a cotton flower in the wind Escaping this dark realm of society Where I'm judged on how I walk, How I speak and how I look But not anymore Where I'm going, there'll be other cotton flowers In soft white clothes, sitting down Reading books about #life, and laughing, nostalgia lacing their voice Not resentment or anger But happiness, happy that they've found peace Happy that they've moved on Happy that it's over So they can move on to be cotton flowers, dancing in the wind
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