There's no goodness on the surface of human creation, tortured at youth, constant manipulation. I had to make a choice, to either succumb to the darkness or use it as fuel, I've tried, I promise you. To always feed the truth to the point of only chocking myself, when it only brings me further from you. This fantasy, I gave my nightmares a name, a heart, a mind, and eyes so they can, breathe, think, and see just like you and I. Sleep paralysis used to be a thing, where I now walk it and breathe it. Still suffocating, convinced that I'm actually enjoying the lack of air. No matter how much closer I get, there's still an infinite amount of space between you and I. The only thing that's getting closer is that island that I thought of, for so long. It only exists in my mind, still water, but ice cold now, with neon in the sky. The only remaining question that exists, is, "when?".
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Release
PoetryThis is a collection of my writing from the past 7 years. Before I started to write, I was a very lost individual, as are most teens, but I was lost in darkness. I was too afraid to move anywhere at all. I hid in the dark, debilitated by my own anxi...
