To lose faith in life, to have ever existed at all, a beautiful thing it is, to enjoy the shortest fall.
Hold your breath, and you'll run out of time. Let it go, and your heart will carry on, that timeless song. Lose your head, with questions that answers you don't want to hear, trust your consciousness, and hold your angels dear. To feel insane is a reminder that normal once was, as the pressure of time, changes all of us.
Break all the clocks, destroy your phone, burn the calendar, and all that holds time. Unlock the door, to your hostage who's gone old. Run through the green with your toes in the earth below, find yourself a river, sacrifice your fears and wash your soul. You'll stare down at an unfamiliar face, of the person you once were. Only a moment ago, you were all your eyes could see, but here you are, weathered and empty. You've run out of your most valuable possession, time.
I love you more and more, the further you get from me. I long to be let inside, but you have the key. I'll search for you, until I can no longer hold my breath. I'll live my longest life, to cherish memories of you, and fade away with the rest.
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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...
