I'll hold you still, and cut your smile. I'll drag you down with the weight of your materialistic mind. I'll force you to find what was always meant to be found. Put you to the ground, to feel your home, this dirt.
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...
