I am cold.
No, not because of the ice outside my house,
But because of your bitter words that don't help me sleep at night.
I am numb.
No, not because of the frost that seeps through my bones,
But because of your harsh outbursts that sting my nerves.
I am but a quiet soul.
No, not because everyone's voices overpower my thoughts,
But because of the fear that creeps behind me when I speak.
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I'm stuck here,
cleaning my house...
My mind wanders a lot,
to deep & dark places...
Anyways, I'm obsessed with 13 Reasons Why right now, you guys should definitely give it a watch/read. High school seems like hell on that show/in that book, but I'm thinking that not all high schools are like that. Hope no one will pick on short freshmen-girls next year...
YOU ARE READING
evanescence
Poetrypoems that I wrote inspirations vary-mostly people and music, but others are from prompts (not related to the band Evanescence) || mostly tween angst, edgy tumblr-esque yk, you have been warned 💀
