I want to runaway.
Forget these feelings and leave my life.
leave it all behind.
become a Jane doe.
watch my last agonies burn.
then peacefully move on off of this planet.
when I was 6 years old, I said I wanted to become an astronaut.
I forgot about that memory for a while each time.
But when I got closer and closer it got further and further away.
I was no where near being a high achiever, ever.
What the heck.
I basically failed prep.
I was never good enough.
Maybe I've just never wanted to exist on this planet. I feel trapped.
Always. And when I get to close I bite my tongue.
When I was in grade 5, eleven years old.
I found a paper and pen, art in description.
I'm completing a bachelors now.
and I'm drowning.
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A Journey Past Our Solar System: Poetry of a Borderline
PoetryA Journey Past Our Solar System is mostly confessional poetry of my life in the few last years, structures of a dysfunctional family, in the middle of dealing with mental illness. A tragedy in the making of my brain turning into coal, ready to burn...
