A fire inside,
vibrating in frustration,
ice cold,
I've been told.
Look into my eyes.
Do you see all that I am?
Or nothing at all,
as I'm held still,
barely alive,
what's left of my subconscious,
too much space,
suffocation.
Still holding on,
to thin air...
YOU ARE READING
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...
