I am alone.
People are reaching out,
but I keep pushing them away
without a single little doubt
as I lose myself, realizing
that putting up barriers
would not be my getaway.
Yes, I am alone.
— my soul is alone, killing itself.
p.s. i just realized that as i add new parts to this book, the poems are getting more depressing and less positive. i'm sorry for that. :'(
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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...
