they took my phone
my dunkin
my voice
thrown in this place
though with choice
i wanted to go
wanted to see
if this place
could possibly fix me
it's lonely
it's scary
i feel all alone
they took my matcha !!
they took my phone
"worse than school"
"hate this place "
"we're basically prisoners"
"no fucking space"
here's a notebook
a pen
a folder
bring a sweatshirt
in here it's colder
YOU ARE READING
the ruin of my soul~ third collection of poetry
Poetrythe third edition. a different approach a new found story poems from my heart words from my soul.
