I feel it
Like the way you smell things when they burn
It just appears
I feel it coming again
Already, I'm closing myself off
Locking all the doors
Trying hopelessly, to protect myself
I'm becoming mean
And really cold
It's coming again
And I fear it's coming even worse
Because it's a bitch like that.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
