You once wished upon the burning rocks in space, finding hope in hopelessness you wanted to be misplaced and never to be found. Crying, your tears fall to the earth below, soaked by the soil, it weeps for you.
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...
