I want to get up,
And leave this place I call home.
I want to leave this dammed place
And rome.
Get in a car with my best friend,
And drive away to some foreign land.
Going along a road,
No map,
And no plan.
Travel somewhere,
Where no one knows our names,
And where our faces will not
Show on the news,
In tiny little frames,
With the the word "missing"
under us,
As if to find us
Is a game.
I want to be rebellious,
And doing things
I was to scared to do.
Get my heart pumping,
And stop thinking too.
For one night,
I want to travel,
And get revenge
On those who've hurt me,
And to see the things I've never have.
I want to know what it's like to feel
FREE.
I want to take someone's hand,
And run to the rising sun,
Just beyond the waves and sand,
And watch as the stars and moon
Begin to fade.
I don't want to dissaper,
I want to be something
That will be remembered,
I want to leave something behind.
But I'm afraid,
That to this place,
Is where I'll always be confined.
Carefree and rebellious,
Just for a few hours,
Until the sun rises,
And her rays dance upon the floor.
For a few hours,
I want to see...
I want to be
Something MORE.
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Breathe
PoetryMy third poem book. Once again this can be triggering to anyone suffering with: Self harm, suicidal thoughts, anxiety, bulimia/ anorexia. Enjoy