He steals my eyes,
So I stare,
My heart beats fast,
While my whole body,
Stands still.
And I can't move,
And it feels,
Like I'll never take another step,
Breathe another breath,
Or see another thing,
Because my body is so fixed,
I feel like I'm dead.
But no one can tell,
Or help at all,
Because the silence,
Is so silent,
They can't tell it's happening.
And the secret,
Is so big,
It will never be revealed.
It's my silent attack,
Just for me,
For a brief moment,
When everything's too much,
And he steals my eyes.
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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...
