I was so scared of living, I almost died.
I was so scared of tears, I swore I'd never cry.
I was scared of things I had never seen.
I was blind but could not bear to see.
I was feeling nothing but cracking under pressure.
I was deaf but I couldn't stop listening.
My eyes grew blurry but I never stopped reading.
I'd stop eating but the tastes were trapped in my mouth.
I was blocked but air was fresh in my lungs.
I was in love but it was never real.
I dreamt of the future but lived in the past.
I was scared of being alone but that's how I spent most of my days.
I was broken when I arrived and fixed when I left.
I was happy for it to stop but sad that it took so long to happen.

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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoesieThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.