"i can't do this anymore" here is the anthem for today's cries. she's shouting for freedom, an escape from these walls that hadn't seemed to tower over her until now. she has fallen down.
breathing becomes a manual task one that renders her powerless and the music in her ears is loud but her screams are greater. The salt stings as it streams down her face. she isn't in control.
singing to an empty arena. a steady stroll has morphed into a helpless sprint. why can't anyone hear her?
her heart hurts, it pains to be alive. Every bone within her breaks to push for another cry.
Fight it. fight please. Another day, another smile, another laugh. I'm weak.
the blood is overflowing, pouring. Am i fighting for a lost cause?
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PoëzieI sit at my keyboard my mind chasing thoughts. A title? A description? What category does "angsty teen poetry/memories belong to". Excerpts of literal drowning, metaphorical drowning, and happy anxiety. Broadcasting my emotional torment wasn't enou...
