For the millionth time,
I walk in the cold.
It's a cold that burns my body red.
A cold that numbs my legs.
A cold that makes my head hurt
And wraps me like a damp blanket.
I know that I should leave it,
But I can't bring myself to go inside.
Even though it's a cold that hurts like hell,
It's a cold that I can feel.
And feeling this cold is better
Then feeling nothing at all.
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Poems From Another Sad Teenager
PoetryPoems From Another Sad Teenager is a collection of personal poetry highlighting the ups and downs of being a teenager in the 21st century. Dealing with topics of depression, anxiety, friendship, loss, healing, and growth, it gives a relatable narrat...
