I'm sitting in bed.
The ceiling is gradually falling down on me.
The floors are slowly rising up to me.
The walls are closing in to keep me trapped here forever.
Suddenly they are so close I can barely fit in and my duvet is wrapping itself around my neck, tighter and tighter.
My breath escapes me and my heart beats out of my withering ribcage.
And then everything comes closer and closer to me, until it touches me.
And I am trapped here forever, until it crushes me fully.
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Personification
Poetry//3rd Place Arctic Awards// Through poetry, this book expresses different mental illnesses, emotions and discoveries of a teenage mind. 'No amount of body lotion or perfume could cover up the memory of his smell on my weakened, scarred skin, And no...
