I feel so tired,
derailed and unable to think straight.
I only see words, numbers, facts,
all that I learn, read, and listen
yet unable to understand.
I am alive and breathing,
but my soul is purely hollow,
numb, dead, and out of life,
long gone and out of shot.
— from a sleep-deprived high school student.
YOU ARE READING
up in the clouds
Poetryshe felt trapped, or more likely she really was stuck wherever she was. writing poems was her escape out of the black hole she fell in through. whenever she wrote what she had to say and expressed what she had felt, it was almost like she was up in...
