I randomly feel the need to run far. the moon couldn't be far enough and I couldn't be closer to the ground.
stuck
stuck
I'm fucking stuck
I'm fucking stuck
I feel the need to breathe, this world and this air these people they aren't clean and I'm not where I need to be
YOU ARE READING
If I could put it all into words
PoetryI'm not sure if I could call this poetry but, if all my thoughts and emotions could be put into one place, this would be it. S/o to my English teacher for telling me to publish my writing