Writings of a Teen

Conquer

I feel empty.

Bad thoughts pick at my brain,

And queasiness claws at my insides.

A wave of anguish knocks me over,

I stumble back in great strides.

Accept the fact that I'm defected,

Accept the fact that I'm broken.

I know that it's only for a while,

So why am I so heartbroken?

My heart hammers in my chest,

Making me feel faint and feeble.

What is this emotion I am facing?

What is it that makes it so lethal?

I pull up my shirt and take it off,

Hoping the cool air will do me good.

But still this large cavity in my soul,

Is causing me a downcast childhood.

The pale moon casts onto my skin,

A ghastly glow like the shadow of death.

But in the end, I choose not to fear it.

For alas...

...life is just another breath.