Blind sight

I don't think I've to be afraid anymore. Because I'm dying And if breaths had colours Mine would be yellow, wheezing with snots His, a bright blue And the house's a deep deep red That has scared me all of my life I don't think I need to worry anymore Because I'm falling. And god, if falling feels good Simply because. Today was the day when the moon disappeared And I was left looking at the sparse night. With sporadic stares From my mom. "You don't seem okay." And I look back at her. The white light in my throat, and my imagined intensity taking up my cavity Like blindness takes up to the night "I'm not." I reply, but only in my mind Because if the day where I stopped lying and cheating and sneaking and smiling. Stopped being sick. Stopped being bad, came The day would certainly be the day I will be about to die. Because then I would stop being afraid That someone's better than me. Or that I suck at living. And today's not the day. Today's not when everything becomes free. When my soul climbs up again the search of moon And does not find it there, anywhere